Part 1 – 2 – 3 – 4   PART 5 There was darkness and heat.  Scott was lying on a stone floor. A thin layer of gravel and dirt scraped against his face. He made a clumsy attempt to stand, but found his hands bound behind his back and resigned to rolling onto his ...

Part 1 – 2 – 3   PART 4 The room felt moist and stank of rotting cloth. It was empty with only one other door to his left shut tight. He could see the objects covered in tarp were a variety of furniture stacked in odd and precarious fashions into small pillars. Spires within ...

Read PART 1 and PART 2   PART 3 Suzie stood to the side and extended an arm to the open door. “Come and see what Wella’s Spire offers you!” Her delivery was vaudevillian and rang ominously in Scott’s head. [Come and see Scottie, at the end of all things, what the Conaltradh will offer ...

Read PART 1 here   PART 2 Scott shifted in his seat, not wanting to get out of the car alone. With the Dark that sounded far too much like Reggie (and, simultaneously, nothing like him) growing louder in the shadow of the Spire, he felt as if he would step out into its view ...

PART 1 The silver ‘98 Corolla ran a steady 80 miles per hour up Highway 93. Mountainous terrain rose and fell in dreamlike randomness. Scott and Tony were five days into their trip and had hiked two smaller trails on their way to White Mountain. Scott felt the itch to be out of the car ...