By Victor D. Infante

THE STORY SO FAR

Part Ten

Abigail sits on the edge of my bed, saying nothing. I don’t know where I am, but I can feel nursery rhymes soaked into the walls. They … Continue reading→

By Victor D. Infante

THE STORY SO FAR

Part Nine

I wipe the blood from the mirror, then check the time. Almost midnight. Like I said, “The Witching Hour.” Vegas money she’s a traditionalist.

I stop and … Continue reading→

By Victor D. Infante

THE STORY SO FAR

Part Eight

“So you were totally bluffing,” says Steph, as I recount the story on my return. “Because that’s not exactly how a hologram works.”

I nod, as I … Continue reading→