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Short horror stories from Tasmania. Ordinary lives, broken certainty, and roads that should never have been followed.
THE STORIES ARE WAITING
Short horror stories from Tasmania. Ordinary lives, broken certainty, and roads that should never have been followed.
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“You make me sick, your kind always do, leeches, bottom feeders, scum. You survive by feeding on the weak and vulnerable because you have…

He drives the baseball bat into the things skull, knocking it to the ground, “RUN!” he yells, the boys, at first, look on in…

Another Friday, and another day to throw some great sites I follow at you, so look, enjoy, have fun. Remember, as always, no two…
THE ROAD DOESN’T END HERE