MicroHorror

I’m trapped.

Stuck in a prison with no exits, tortured by the images I see on and beyond its transparent walls.

I don’t know how I got here, but I know who’s to blame for my current predicament.

It’s you.

As I see your sneering face, I wonder what sick thoughts are going through your mind. I wonder how many of them you’ll put to the page in the end, and how many more I’ll have to suffer through before this nightmare is over and I can finally rest.

As I read that red text again, I wonder if you even know I’m here.

MicroHorror
Short stories.
Endless nightmares.

Endless is right. Ghouls; zombies; murderers; rats; bats; plagues of locusts; vampires; ogres; temptresses and harlots; I’ve seen them all.

Do you have any idea what I have to put up with, here inside your computer, because of what you’ve written?