The written works of Alex Seifert

“I see strange things,” Seth McLeod told his psychiatrist. “What are these strange things you see, Mr. McLeod?” Dr. Willis asked his patient, who was sitting on a red leather couch directly in front of him. “I don’t really know. They are…well…they float, anyway.” Seth said, moving his blind eyes as though he was looking [...]

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§20 · June 8, 2009 · Fiction, Horror · (No comments) · Tags: ,