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Knowing she shared a sense of naive optimism with the man who had no idea what was going on, the drying corners of her mouth twitched. Guilt and shame didn’t occupy her, or anyone else, that long in the Hotel. She heard it before she saw it, and her suspicions were confirmed. The almost...

A snooty smirk crept ever so slightly onto his face, but his lips straightened before any wrinkles could show themselves. “Lollipop, eh? Ahem. Sorry. I meant to say, how the hell did you hear all that? You’re a sharp one.” He winked through the mirror. “But even if you’re sharp, you’re silly...

With the skills he learned from playing Mario Kart every night after coming home from work, Vincent pulled off a magnificent stunt. The SUV screeched onto the street, crashing through a few gravestones en route. He sped past the officers and the cars they momentarily exited—they were all blobs...

“Oh, fine, I’ll do it myself. Sit tight, sleeping beauty. I’ve gotta save my baby! Mama’s coming!!” He sprinted forward, ducking behind gravestones when one was in his path. Jumping and careening through the graveyard, he tripped over what he thought to be someone’s finger sticking out of...

A little too enamored by the grouchy groans of his new friend, Vincent didn’t realize they were followed by an entourage. “Shit! It’s them… They probably think I’m a serial killer or something.” He shook his head, then looked at Sisceal. “Sorry, Mr. Sisceal, but I’ll probably explain later...

“Huh?” He leaned forward, and saw the voice belonged to none other than the white-haired dead man. “Wait, you’re not dead?” His chest rose and fell from strained breathing. Pausing to stare at the sentient corpse, now a fully living man, he inhaled and exhaled more slowly. It wasn’t as bad as...

“Well, that was easy, time to go home!” He was about to turn when something latched onto his pink sock-covered ankles. Immediately, a shriek bearing the pitch of a hundred deranged parakeets flew out into the clouds. “ZOMBIE!!!” Like a madman, he jumped and attempted to break free, but fell...

The foggy air of the witching hour parted almost cinematically to reveal the graveyard sitting at the road’s end. It took them a while, but it was finally time to say goodbye. Only after pulling his jalopy as close as possible to the graveyard’s makeshift entrance—some bent metal twigs in the...

They were well on their way to the destination now. Vincent did make a few panicked turns, so there was definitely a detour. He knew there was an upcoming route that’d lead them to the graveyard, but that didn’t make the otherwise unfamiliar journey any less creepy. He rolled up the windows in...

“OK, officer, easy… easy…” He shifted in his seat, fiddling with the machinery, before a sudden punch of gas sends the vehicle skidding forward. Instead of fretting for his life, maniacal laughter flowed from the speeding car. “See you laterrrr!” Perhaps having too much fun, Vincent forgot...

“Oh, heheh, sorry about that, mister…” He fidgeted with himself, even twirling his hair out of sheer stress. He was turned 180 degrees and watching the officer’s movements far too closely. Seeing him reach for something was the signal for desperate measures and accordingly, Vincent yelped...

He was starting to loosen up a bit, which would be impossible for anyone else, but Vincent was very clearly not normal. It was definitely his first time hiding a body, though it doesn’t quite seem like it. Maybe the Timbaland blaring from the speakers offered enough comfort for him to feel...

“…Damn it.” Vincent cupped his face in his hands before quickly snapping himself out of it. Not the time to cry—at least, not yet. It was, however, the time to put the plan that he’d been building in the back of his head for the past two minutes into motion. Using the greatest power of...

By the time he realized there was something front if him, it was far too late. Hitting the gas pedal as hard as he could didn’t compensate for the late reaction but it sent Vincent’s head into the back of his seat. “Oh, SHIT!” He screeched and furiously rubbed his head. That definitely woke...

The worn cushion of the driver’s seat felt like pure satin sheets after yet another graveyard shift was handed to him for the stunt he pulled yesterday. He insisted it wasn’t his fault—the guy looked like he could pay him back quadruple the amount in due time! The smell of his cinnamon cologne...

He cursed the failed litigation conducted on his behalf, knowing his de facto attorney was far too spineless to muster a case. Freedom would be far harder than he anticipated. He swung his head back in the direction of the lone man in uniform, droplets wicking off pristine skin and into the air...

He sniffled, invariably shaking his head as the officer chipped at any veneer of composure that Vincent could muster. There were no words for him to offer. Only a few pitiful whimpers could emanate from quivering but still rosy lips. He kept his visage hidden, almost buried into the floorboards...

His eyes crossed, staring at the finger digging into his skin. “May I politely—very politely—ask that you, uh, be gentle with my nose. It was very expensive.” Realizing what he was saying, Vincent jut his head backwards, out of the bedridden monster’s wingspan. “That’s not important, though...

Vincent dropped the pen instantly, a high-pitched shriek emitting upon seeing eyeballs roll into place inches from him. “Ew! Leave me alone, monster!” In a bout of pure fear, he thrashed against the Host’s iron grip. “It was that stinkbug running away who did it! I was just trying to save you!”...

It was a lot for a one-dimensional brain to understand. The image of blood on the detective was enough to make him gag. “I have no idea what that is, or whatever the hell you’re talking about.” He shook his head, not stopping as he spoke, as if shaking himself from this horrid reality. “I’m...