When an ancient creature steals your last breath, the consequences can be…severe.

By request! Here’s the short story that got my brain whirling on the path that eventually created Windsinger.

This was originally a contest entry, and one of my first forays into the horror genre. It’s not a terribly long read, but I think you’ll like where it goes.

So sit back in your creaky house and try not to feel that cold chill on your neck as you read Atrophy.