Skyler Saunders
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Word Steak. Top Story - October 2024.
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. “We know we can’t touch it,” Leeson Noble announced. “Why, Dad? We’ve tried everything else. the window’s clamped shut. There’s only one way to escape this library. That’s through the door,” Gaston Noble replied. Leeson grabbed his son’s arm, prohibiting his advance.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Horror
Smartystan. Content Warning.
Red and blue lights flickered in the night. They looked like illuminated crunch berries atop the police car. Go and Chanda looked at each other on the curb and kissed. The metallic clink of their steel bracelets of justice around their wrists sounded.
By Skyler SaundersExclusive • about a year ago
One Rule, One Way
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. Devina looked at her watch. It didn’t matter. The door would not open at exactly two o’clock like the brochure had announced. She sighed. The room had a chair and a table and a toilet and sink. A metal mirror allowed her to see her visage. She had strong cheekbones and icy green-gray eyes. All of her thirty years had led to this point. She had enough rations and care products to last her another thirty years. That didn’t prevent her from being lonely, forlorn, and dejected.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Horror
Reaching Towards the Sky
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. Atop a skyscraper in Wilmington, Delaware, there existed a garden. Plump tomatoes and long gourds grew multiple stories up, reaching towards the sky. In this garden, there remained a door. As harmless as it appeared, it looked welcoming and almost friendly. But the owner knew better.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Horror
Of the Spring. Content Warning.
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. In 1812 Sussex County, Delaware, a slave named Vernal, aged twenty-six, had been tasked to go into town to fetch soap, nails, bread, and spices. His placard around his neck felt better than a noose for running away. It read that he was supposed to retrieve the aforementioned items and return them to his master. What’s curious is that he saw a red door on his way to the market.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Horror
Door Number One. Content Warning.
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. The Newark, Delaware home featured amenities that most other residences in the city lacked. Sure, it had a fireplace and a brick oven for making pizzas, but its main feature remained its ornate cellar door. During a party, the schmoozing and light talk transitioned sharply to the observation of the door.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Horror
