Aug 16, 2021
3 min read
Howl at Me
A short horror story
Usual hangout spot, predictable conversions, familiar faces. My friends and I, like every weekend night, met downtown to sit on a low brick wall in an alleyway, discussing the latest video games, or which girl from school they were attracted to now.
The same conversations on repeat, with an occasional discussion on a deeper topic to spice things up, normally started by me. Every…
