Mike’s apartment looked like an outdoor adventure shop had exploded in a penthouse. “Does anyone actually know how to use this?” Dorothy held up a compass, squinting at it like it was an artifact from an ancient civilization. “You point it north,” Ben said, not looking up from where he was trying to fit his…
The Baby Monitor That Wasn’t Watching Alone Jessica heard her daughter crying through the baby monitor app on her phone. She was about to get up when she heard a voice, not her daughter’s, not her husband’s. “Go back to sleep, little one,” a man’s voice crooned through the speaker. Her blood turned cold. She…
By the time the seventeenth postcard arrived, I was ready to lose it. “Dear Coco,” it read, in handwriting that was clearly dictated to a human. “Life on the outside is AMAZING! My new dad throws a tennis ball and I bring it back and he throws it again and I bring it back and…