Black Fanged Thing, by Sam Rebelein

January was a shit month.┬áIt never snowed. Sun barely came out of hiding. Instead, a death-cold rain dripped endlessly. Mist curled inwards from the fringes of the woods. It covered the town for weeks, as Christmas decorations slowly drifted back into garages and basements. Everything here, just off-road of the Connecticut wine trail, lived for … Continue reading Black Fanged Thing, by Sam Rebelein