The Visitor held out a rotting hand, fingers outstretched. Graham, battered and bloody, did not have the energy left within him to resist. He handed over the remaining eye to the skeletal figure. The Visitor snatched the orb greedily, as though a terrible hunger had … Continue reading The Return

His lungs and throat burned with a contemptuous fire as air suddenly forced itself into his body. Graham coughed and spluttered back to life as oxygen filled him with painful speed. He could still feel the hands at his throat, the fingers of The Visitor … Continue reading The Descent

Graham's legs did not work properly. Whatever The Visitor had done to him had seriously impeded his ability to walk. Slowly he staggered his way across the room and into the hallway, all the time accompanied by the eerily pained and strenuous voice of his … Continue reading The Ascent

The Visitor looked somewhat pained as he walked. He seemed stiffer, more wooden as he moved. His face seemed different now also, less pronounced and a little skewed. The left-hand side of his face didn't even seem to be properly attached, a fetid flap of … Continue reading The Demand

Graham liked noon. The feel of the sun being directly overhead soothed him somewhat, like it was a giant fiery guardian watching him from the sky. He almost felt certain that it would save him if another skeletal visitor came knocking on his door. It … Continue reading The Spider

It was a knock at the door that woke Graham that night. The first night without the nightmare and someone had chosen it to hammer on his door. Groggily he made his way to the front door, throwing on a night gown along the way, … Continue reading The Visitor

Graham Enoch was tired. He hadn't managed a full night's sleep for over a month. The nightmares kept him awake. He'd had the nightmares for as long as he could remember. Every Wednesday they would come, waking him with terror. After a few years Graham … Continue reading The Terror