Issue 2.14 makes for a strange bedfellow.
This issue throws dead serpents, snips bits off here and there, licks the blood from its teeth, and finishes behind the wall.
With October upon us, I’m looking for more horror/sci-fi/thriller stories, so if you have any of those rattling around in your document dungeons, send them my way.
Josh Goller
The Molotov Cocktail 