By day, I'm an office drone crammed onto the subway. By night, I run a general store that serves only the dead. A Republican-era female ghost drifts in on a rainy night, with stitches hidden in her hair bun. She plucks out every last hair and waits for fifty-eight years, all for an empty comb...
Episodic stories, urban legends, supernatural horror. Not for the faint of heart!
