Ryan G Peacock

In the blind spots of creation, ancient things stir. They've been waiting for you... A sinkhole opened in my basement... and there's a door inside. I put a camera on my cat. The footage haunts me. The construction workers on my street only come out at night, and they aren't fixing the roads... My trail cam recorded something impossible. When the bell in this tower rings, the door unlocks. Each time, there is a different, more terrible world waiting on the other side. In these and other tales of visceral dread, the familiar is twisted into the terrifying, and every shadow holds a secret you'll wish you never learned.