Phil Olson
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The Lakeside Slasher
Visions of faceless people danced in his nightmares. Victor woke in a cold sweat, shivering under his drenched comforter. For a week straight these recurring nightmares had haunted him. He knew the faceless figures but did not understand how. It was three-thirty in the morning and he had to be to work at five; more sleep was out of the question.
By Phil Olson5 years ago in Horror
Macabre Clowns
You could feel something sinister blowing in with the treacherous nor'easter. The ominous gray skies accompanied by the first few flurries and the odd addition of lightning, gave Judy the willies. Something was stirring in the atmosphere, but it was not just the impending storm. Everyone at the local store was talking about the way their hair was standing on end, almost as if the air was electrified.
By Phil Olson5 years ago in Horror
