Stories from the Dead Soil

I read Yelena’s notes, it inspired to leave my mark if this is my resting place. Her spirit lies in […]

The house withstood last night’s attacks, barely. Repairs are sorely needed. I don’t intend to use all the rooms, I’ll

The prior residents discovered ways to keep these creatures of the night at bay, though it makes little sense to

I write this with a sleep-deprived, quivering hand. The onslaught just stopped. I pray to whatever unholy god this land

Next morning. The creatures of the night are silent, not visible. The cool morning air is inviting and has a

Part I I didn’t want to find this place. Their awful yowling caused me great distress, I became lost and