Kaia is haunted by fingerprints marring the basement door. No matter how hard she scrubs, they return day after day. The only things in the cellar are old Halloween decorations, and she double checks everyday.
Connor has sighted the most miraculous and mysterious thing in his life. Either no one else can see them or no one believes it. Ice balls larger than a fist smash to the ground regularly. When the church bells ring just right, another one falls.
Laurel knows animals can talk. Sometimes they ask her to do things. One will explain why they have always been drawn to her. By that time, she has grown, and so have they, into hideous demons with terrible demands.
Three tales of fear, confusion, and hopelessness from the author of Nightface, Lydia Peever.
Horror, weird tales, stories of the supernatural. Call them what you will, these three tales were too long to be considered short by most markets and not long enough to be novellas. It takes only as many words used to tell a story; no more and no less.
Instead of hacking Pray Lied Eve into pieces, we bind these three into one offering.