Don’t Think, Just Go Along With It by Bogdan Dragos

the candles were not made of wax it was something different Something that smelled like sweat as they melted there were five of them One for each corner of the pentagram They had to take the furniture and the carpet out of the room to trace it in the middle with powders he’d never heard…

Fakespeare by Bogdan Dragos

he sat on his knees before the bed by the window and tapped swiftly on the screen of the cheap tablet he’d bought second hand It had only a few apps and the one he used was the notes app It’s hell having to tap on a screen to write but the alternative was scratching…

I Will Never Again Believe What You Say by Bogdan Dragos

At 1 AM she screamed for daddy to come quick, quick and look under the bed There were noises and growls there, she told him Daddy turned the light on sighed dropped to his knees and crawled to the edge of her bed Lifted the sheets looked under and felt the knife plunge into his…