Tag: Glastenbury

• April 30, 2020

  Tea for One (Short Story/Creepypasta/Original)

  I felt the chill. Let it sink in. Now that the drunken shouts and laughter had decayed into murmurs, I was beginning to feel the night. My fire provided warmth enough for the kettle that swung on a hook above it. I however was cold. And that is what I wanted. Cold animates. It promotes…