Under the Bed: Chapter 9

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen "About this piece of wood, Szófia, how big does it have to be?" I ask. We pace around the outskirts of the woods, carrying a duffel bag with a saw, a machete, gloves, rope and other utilities we definitely over packed. "Sofi?" Szófia examines … Continue reading Under the Bed: Chapter 9

Under the Bed: Chapter 8

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen As the credits roll, I look over at Szófia, who is practically in tears. "Spoiler alert," I whisper, "There's a part two... Well, like a ton of parts, the guy who created the series is nuts." "What about that person at the end? Are … Continue reading Under the Bed: Chapter 8

Under the Bed: Chapter 7

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Szófia looks at me concerned. She hikes her skirt down. "I am not comfortable with this half dress going up so high in real life. It feels so indecent," she says, as we examine ourselves in front of my mirror. Her natural beauty is … Continue reading Under the Bed: Chapter 7

Under the Bed: Chapter 6

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Over the past few weeks, Szófia and I patrolled the dense, eerie woods to the north of my town. There are usually plenty of spirits wandering since its a popular place for suicides and corpse-dumping. A warm breeze whirls past us while we meander … Continue reading Under the Bed: Chapter 6

Under the Bed: Chapter 5

Story by Mark Figueroa (anthony_abyss) | Featured art by: Salem Jaeger @theforgottenpen Szófia sighs. She guzzles down my hot toddy like ice tea and exhales a silent belch. "Őfelsége," she whispers, sniffling, then mutters in Hungarian. I pretend not to hear. It's been almost a week since Szófia came back to life, or something like … Continue reading Under the Bed: Chapter 5

Under the Bed: Chapter 4

Story by Mark Figueroa (anthony_abyss) | Featured art by: Salem Jaeger @theforgottenpen Tree branches spread like veins across the sky, covering clouds and the full, orange moon. I sit in the living room, waiting for black mist to signal Őfelsége's presence. So far, it's been like every other offering night. The air's thick and charged … Continue reading Under the Bed: Chapter 4

Under the Bed: Chapter 3

Heavy rain pounds against my window. Lighting smashes across the horizon, illuminating the overcast sky. Gusts jerk the trees. I trace the water down the glass with my finger. "Petra," Mom calls from the kitchen. Bacon, warm bread and coffee overpower the ordinary scent of my room. "I'm coming," I call out, pulling away from … Continue reading Under the Bed: Chapter 3