“Reena, you locked the door, right?” Max whispered as they huddled underneath the table. He watched as she swallowed hard, then turn to look at him. “Reena?” “No,” she whispered, hugging his arm tightly. At that moment, the door flew from its hinges, skidding across the room.

The flashlight flickered, then the cave was engulfed in darkness. A chill ran down her spine as she strained to hear any sound in the deafening silence.

Once upon a time, two siblings were exploring the forests and found something mysterious...

I am a horse, almost 15 years old now. A human, previously. I remember how my human life ended yet do not recall my early years as a foal. I think in English though I can only verbalise using whinnies and snorts. This sounds ridiculous, but I have recently discovered that I can

Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.