Keith Deininger

The Call of the Wind

By Keith Deininger Jake lived in the industrial part of town and hated it. Most buildings around the train tracks were rundown and unused, their walls dirty and crumbling. It was like a fucking ghost town. Even the houses in the neighborhoods behind the old warehouses – those massive and windowless behemoths – were empty [...]

15Mar2011 | | 1 comment | Continued

Bogeymen

by Keith Deininger It started with the book, that damn book. It’d felt unnatural – greasy. But it was just a book, wasn’t it? Now, the dark terrified her; and those quiet moments alone. It happened at night, while she lay in bed, quivering, sweating, too petrified to dare expose herself from beneath the covers; [...]

4Mar2011 | | 0 comments | Continued