The hotel staff at Bedlam Inn have a very special way of dealing with pesky guests. You know the kind. Entitled wackadoos who demand demand demand. They get the most exclusive room. Our staff will personally escort them up. “You’ll love the king-size bed,” they’ll say with a smile. And the guests always do. Until they sleep. And the bed’s mouth …
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Little Alma’s mother scolded her the day they moved into The Locus for “smiling at weirdos.” But to Alma, the tenants were just sad. Once a hotel for old Hollywood, The Locus was now an apartment complex for the destitute. It was said the depressing building took their souls. When her mother wasn’t looking, Alma …
Blade was a huge fan of horror author Lector Price. Being his bodyguard would’ve been a dream if not for the line of 7,000 impatiently waiting for their books to be signed. At 3:34 pm, person 2,003, Price began to bleed. A callus on his finger had torn. “Bleed on mine, too,” the fans begged. …
Three-year-old Rex adored the TV. He knew how to use the remote and often snuck out of bed to watch. When caught, Rex would pout and point his stubby finger to the TV screen. “I watch the people,” he’d explain. One morning as the family watched Sunflower Cove, the TV fizzled out and couldn’t be turned …