|"Dagon" Todd Shearer|
|"Hounds of Tindalos" James Wolf Strehle|
“Dean, you can’t stay.” Andrei closed his eyes, swallowing convulsively. “Please, I know it doesn’t make sense. And maybe one day I’ll have the chance to explain it to you, but you’ve got to leave me behind.” Andrei gathered what reserves he had left and slowly straightened and turned in his chair.
Dean stood behind him, his warm hazel eyes grave as they stared at each other. He looked so vital and solid. So goddamned fucking real. He could be selfish and let Dean stay, and god, at first it would be wonderful, until it became obvious that Dean was like an old time LP caught in the same skipping loop over and over again.
Andrei blinked rapidly. “Why are you here? Is it to be with me? Is it to help you find your killer?”
Inexplicably, Andrei heard the sound of a bird singing; a songbird of some kind, cheery and bright with the promise of sun filled days. Then far off in the distance a baby began to cry, the sound rising and falling, melding with the bird into strange kind of melody.
Andrei opened his mouth to ask a question, but the fierce look of concentration on Dean’s face stopped him. A picture appeared in the middle of the air, fluttering to the floor. Frowning, Andrei scooped it up and saw a little girl with dark hair and smiling eyes. “Is this one of the kids that Justin was talking about?”
Dean shook his head slightly and a line appeared between his brows. A dozen more pictures fell, all of different little girls with dark hair, all about the same age. “What else can you tell me?” Andrei asked.
More pictures began to litter the floor, pictures of babies, of robins, pictures of slim white men in trucker hats, ads of camper trucks. More and more pictures fell, striking Andrei’s face and the back of his head; crying babies, laughing babies, until Andrei thought it would never end.
“For godssake Dean, stop it!”
The pictures vanished and when Andrei looked up, Dean was gone too.
Who else has a love/hate relationship with horror? Tell me why you like or don’t like it as a genre. And if you have a favorite movie or story share that too.