The Christmas House

The fading glow of dusk settled over the old house as Christmas eve began drawing to a close. A breeze whispered through the trees of the forest surrounding it. Drifting snowflakes carpeted the world in white. Another breeze ran through the trees, dislodging a clump...

Tick Tock

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. A bead of sweat trickled down my forehead. I swiped at it with the sleeve of my jacket, trying to ignore the anxiousness pressing down on me like an iron weight. Getting in had been easy enough. A short drive. Down two floors in the elevator...