Dominick Reppi

“Fear the silence where there should be sound. The next thing to make a noise will kill ya.”

“Jehovah’s witnesses?” I asked them.

“Not exactly,” the man with the long hair said. “We are a part of the local New God organization. Do you have a minute to talk?”

My brother has been dead for a year now. The toll his death has taken on me is immeasurable. I am not even the same person I was before he passed.

Have you heard of “The Puppeteer”?

I don’t think I’ll ever do this again.

My grandparents was gifted a scarecrow while in Italy….

I’ve stumbled on to a conspiracy and I’m scared for my life.

I believe you.

“Wanted: any horror writer who has proof of publication.”

For the past couple of years, I have worked some pretty shady and highly illegal jobs. I am not a drug dealer, human trafficker, and in no way do I physically harm anyone else, all I do is clean.

What did you think your future was going to be when you were 13? Did you have dreams? Aspirations?

I suppose looking back on it now, one night should have pointed to who my roommate really was.

In mid-August I was starting to legitimately enjoy working at Disney; that is, until I got the complaint.