Adriana Priest’s hazel eyes flashed with frost as she brushed honey hair, long to her shoulders and severely straight, past her ear with a nervous impatient flick of her fingers. Below her on the motel bed was herself, sleeping fitfully in a spreading puddle of necklaces, eyes dancing under lids. She fingered her only adornment, […]
Sorta feminist ghost stories.
On the way to Team Mwerte’s temporary base of operations in Michigan, Charlie Tremble took Adriana Priest shopping where she bought socks and a few other supplies. Afterward he treated her to lunch at a bustling diner with a façade that glowed dim neon under the icy blue October sky. “OK, are you ready for […]
On the last Friday of the fifth week of the Rust Belt Mega Phenomena, the Gut Eater rose from beneath the ruins of the abandoned Horlaks funeral home, fur the color of tache noire, dripping with amniotic rot, its long, crocodile-like snout snapping and gibbering. The monster’s birth trauma had begun decades prior, when Janis […]
Adriana Priest drifted through a suffocating marsh of heat and sweat. She was in pain. Molten rivulets of fire cascaded from her neck to her shoulder and down her arm, exploding in fireworks at her fingertips. Thankfully, the agony was only a ghostly echo, as if she were watching a raging fire in the distance […]
Shriexers like to write about their experiences. It’s part of the whole package of risking dismemberment or death at the hands of ghosts and monsters. Adriana Priest is no exception; if you were to spot her out in the wild it would probably be in a café or diner, leaning over her laptop, typing away […]
Shriexers will pursue any Level X supernatural phenomena, but they love haunted houses most of all. That’s because haunted houses (or funeral homes, or meat packing plants, or mortuaries, or any other kind of structure) are fixed locations, with geography and dimensions that can be studied in advance. While this is particularly exciting to the […]
Adriana Priest’s hands were still shaking. After two days on the road – on the run – she had finally spoken with her friends on Team Mwerte. Their calls and texts had been non-stop; their messages concerned, then pleading. Adriana didn’t answer any of them, though each time the phone rang she felt it like […]