A relentless figure, with a three part name separated by dashes, stalks his prey, while offering a strange, otherworldly dish. Through eerie rhymes and unsettling encounters, the story unravels into a chilling game of manipulation and dread. Watch as our plucky protagonist resists, leading to ever darker settings, more insistent offers, and the climbing price of refusal. Will they escape the night...
I strolled one night beneath the moon
A zephyr played a little tune
When from a portal it came near
A figure strange, yet oddly clear
Not someone else, they said to me:
_I’m you, from 2043_
Their face was lined, their hair was gray
But still they smirked in my own way
_Shouldn’t you warn me?_ I inquired
_Of cliffs and traps, of paths required?_
They laughed and shook their head with ease
_You wo...
Greg Caputi sits in a steel chair bolted to the ground, while a single bulb swinging from the ceiling causes the shadows to dance restlessly over the concrete floor. His body is tense, his hands gripping the armrests as though they are his last anchor to reality. Before him, a figure kneels, shrouded in a burlap sack, their identity concealed. The figure is utterly still, save for the rise and fal...
Sing O’ Muse of Link the swordsman so bold
Protector of Hyrule, Zelda’s hand to hold
For ninety-nine years peace reigned across the land
Until boredom crept, impossible to withstand
Near Hyrule’s lake close to the castle’s spire
Zelda still sleeps, bound tightly by magic fire
Link roams the fields, seeking solace for his stead
When an idea sparks—he’ll see the guy in red
Beside the shore sits Ma...
“Is this some kind of joke?” he mutters to himself, his voice echoing in the dim, hollow room. The place barely resembles a museum, feeling more like a neglected storage closet. Charcoal-painted walls swallow up the sparse lighting and seem to cast everything in an eerie glow.
At the center of the tiny room, under a single, narrow spotlight, sits a flimsy folding table that carries a single objec...
I lower my tray table, eyes locked on the snack cart as it creeps closer. Mom raises her eyebrows, and I know I have a decision—cookies or pretzels. I’m leaning toward cookies when, out of nowhere, the cart rolls right past us without stopping. I huff, leaning toward Mom. “Did they seriously just take away our snacks?”
She chuckles and pats my hand, but I feel Disgust stirring in my head, like in...
The unblemished soles stepped one by one onto the green-gray carpet. In a fluid motion they pivoted, then glided past the more modest leather gathered around the long translucent table. As they were about to reach their destination, they halted, prompting a quad of silver wheels to obediently roll aside. Taking advantage of the vacuum, the shoes quickly adjusted their position until they were fram...
a dash to the gate
few minutes ‘til late
dodge and weave
a travelers siege
such an endless blur
bags crossing the floor
sneakers pair suits
new army recruits
a neck-hanging child
cart, suitcases piled
jackets with shorts
busy food courts
order-is-ready calls
folks staring at walls
both big and small screens
transportation machines
announcements on air
man wheels a chair
the boy has a cast
crowd pu...
Jab against my coat, sharp and sly
Finger darts, then shoots right by
I whirl around, my pulse a flare
But the source is gone, no one there
A tap, a spark, like secret code
A thrill, what fun, like a la mode
Look again, empty space, such a pill
The poker, so quick, unseen but still
The nudge runs down my sleeve like fire
Fast whip around, my thoughts conspire
But nothing shows, no trace to see
T...
Samwise Gangee stood there, staring down at the small, golden ring he’d just pulled from the pocket of a plain white shirt. His first reaction was disbelief, a shocked laugh that caught in his throat. _This couldn’t be,_ he thought. _That’s just a story… right?_ But there it was in his hand, as real as the lint he usually pulled from these pockets.
A thousand scenarios flashed through his mind. B...