D. Andell

Tendencies

By D. Andell Walter Thompson stood, poised and calm, on the roof of the building at the corner of Washington and Grand, watching the little toy cars blur their way through traffic. From his perch, he watched the great accumulation of life hustle about the world below him. He laughed quietly to himself, as everyone [...]

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Picking Up Chicks In Graveyards

By D. Andell The rain was coming down in sheets as Marcus Pratt circled his way back off the interstate and into town. It had been a fairly slow week for him, and the current storm wasn’t helping. Usually, by now, he would have come across half a dozen foul smelling hitchhikers waiting at the [...]

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The Late Bus

By D. Andell Joel did not like taking the late bus. Due to the nature of his job as a film projectionist, he was used to working nights, but was usually out no later then 10 o’clock which tended to keep a few more passengers on the bus which, in turn, left Joel feeling slightly [...]

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The Dead Man In House #10

By D. Andell Jimmy leaned over the water fountain, keeping his eyes on the closed auditorium door. The hall was clear, for now, and he was only a dozen steps away. He checked up and down the corridor for any wandering ushers. It was completely empty. He took a deep breath, and stepped away from [...]

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Boogey Man

By D. Andell Every night, at three past midnight exactly, Douglas Burns is awoken by the light scratching of tiny, clawed hands raking across the inside of his closet door. While his mind begins to clear from the post-sleep fog, he finds himself immobile, as he always is, body stuck to the bed as if [...]

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