Packaging Day

By Patrick M. Tracy Vera, Chuck, and Dave held the demon’s arms as I pressed the concrete cutter’s blade against its torso and revved the Husqvarna as high as it would spin. The creature’s scream dwarfed the sound of the saw, and I could feel the wetness of blood trickle down my neck as one […]

Worse Than a Headache

By Patrick M. Tracy “You bit me,” Charlene said, holding her shoulder where Ted’s teeth had pressed down hard, almost enough to draw blood. “These things happen,” Ted said with a whimsical shrug. “You know how it is.” Charlene backed away. “I don’t, Ted. You’d better tell me.” It was important to keep him talking […]