Waking up on a mysterious island after a visit to her mother’s house, Iris is confronted with a gaggle of children and a strange being that calls itself ‘Father’. Something is at work, and as Iris tries to unravel the mystery of her arrival in this alien place, she discovers more than she’d like.
The Collector: One
Stagnate, chilly water splashed at corpse-colored flesh as the drainage pool rose with the flow of rainwater spilling through the channel. The rains would be a blessing, the humidity and warmth, the fresh and soothing scent, and the cleansing purity of it washing away long-standing water; however, for…
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The door swung in, and with it, the dark, the evil shadows lurking in every corridor of the macabre fortress the children called home. Rennard twisted about, fearful he had been discovered by the master, only to find Jacob, soaked from head to sock, standing at the threshold. Glaring…
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The scents of rust and iron, cold and damp, filled Iris’s head as she awoke with a jerk, calling for her father. She had been racked with night terrors once more, the first time in nine months. However, these new nightmares were not fabrications, composites of television ghouls,…
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Iris stared, wordless, despite the discussion between the man-like shape and the boy on the couch. Despite still being quite young, the boy seemed hardly put off by the queerness of the host, who made no motion even as he spoke. Finally, Iris allowed the words in, frost…
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The foyer was empty but for Simon, off on his own with one of the many pads that Father provided. Though the boy was young, he was particularly good at the age of nine. He had filled a good number of the books with sketches and little notes.…
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