escape
After hours of dancing to bass-heavy techno, Bethany was seen streaking
across the fields and parking lots that surrounded the dilapidated building
in the glow of the morning. Dressed in silver and white, as if she were
weather, she entered the fog and disappeared amidst leafless trees that
reached out with skeleton fingers. She left hardly any traces of her
departure, except for small delicate footprints painted in blood.
David Flint is a writer who, inspired by his interest in horror film, has recently tried his hand in writing horror fiction. He lives in Scotia, New York.