In a dimly lit room on Curwen Street, an old wooden table bears the stains of countless encounters. A mysterious woman offers a strange drink, and memories begin to blur.

What starts as a simple recollection of childhood fears spirals into a haunting journey of self-discovery.

As the lines between past and present, memory and reality fade, one question emerges: who really sits at this table, and what awaits in the small, windowless room at the top of the stairs? This chilling tale explores the inevitability of fate and the secrets we keep, even from ourselves.

Here's a short story that I've written for my forthcoming live readings around Halloween. People have been asking me to post more of my own, so here you are.

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