This is one of the best short stories I have read in a long time and begs to become a much longer piece. Stop teasing us with your twisted tale of superb horror, Daemonwulf, and feed us the entire smorgasbord of demonic delight!
Daemonwulf's latest tale of sorrow and wretched happenings on PenoftheDamned.com "The wind blows harder. And the stench grows stronger. Oh, Papa, where are you…?"
A Fouling Wind
Papa’s gone. And I’m alone. All over again. As dusk is swallowed by night, I peer through the glass of the front door at a world that carries on without me. In th