by Ali Seay | Mar 25, 2023 | Fiction, Women In Horror, New Fiction, New Horror
She hides herself in the stacks and then she screams for me. I came back from my newly nested home in the warm hills of Los Angeles to care for this woman, and she hides in her doom piles and shrieks for me. “Mother! I can’t help you if you hide from me,” I call. I...
