He stood silently waiting, above him, the bare light bulb flickered sporadically. It had come to this, not in any organized or planned way, but through synchronicity. There was nowhere else he could be. There was nothing else he could do. Outside the world was deathly silent. It was gone, all of it. All that remained were these walls and the flickering bare bulb. There would be nothing soon. He faded along with the world.
Published by John Baltisberger
I fell in love with horror in a roundabout way. I liked Conan the Barbarian. He was intelligent, fierce and able to get with strong beautiful women. Best of all, his creator was a Texan like me! Reading Robert Howard led me to Lovecraft and Ashton Clark Smith. I hope to conjure the same feelings of dread and mystery, maybe without the crippling 1930's racism! View all posts by John Baltisberger