Story on a train 1: Lamia

The man opposite was largely indifferent to her ample charms. This was rather annoying, as she was pretty sure she was more interesting than the Sudoku in the blasted paper. She licked her lips, pouting out the window at the grey sky and Battersea Dog’s Home as it flew past. That stench. It followed her….

“You can’t kill the Boogeyman”

“Hi honey… I’m home…” “We all go a little mad sometimes.” “Be afraid. Be very afraid.” At this point I am sad that my name is not Johnny or Chucky. Why is it, in horror movies, boys get all the best lines while the girls run around in white vests and do things you know…

Story on a train 1: Lamia

The man opposite was largely indifferent to her ample charms. This was rather annoying, as she was pretty sure she was more interesting than the suduku in the blasted paper. She licked her lips, pouting out the window at the grey sky and Battersea Dog’s Home as it flew past. That stench. It followed her….