by Constantine E. Kiousis
David cowered in a dark corner of his bedroom, eyes wet behind fractured glasses, body shaking, arms clasped around folded legs. He could hear it walking down the hallway, heavy footsteps thudding towards the locked door.
He’d spent his whole life searching for them, dedicated every waking moment on deciphering clues others dismissed as conspiracy theory fuel. But he’d figured it out: the cattle mutilations, the crop circles, the sightings, the abductions.
He’d pieced it together.
He’d discovered the truth.
What never crossed his mind was that he wasn’t supposed to.
The door exploded.
They’d come for him.
Constantine E. Kiousis
Constantine E. Kiousis spends most of his time wandering through the worlds he has created, exploring every nook and cranny and constantly discovering new places and stories that need to be told.
He’s currently plotting ways to unleash the terrifying stories hiding in his mind upon the world, one word at a time.