Modern Classics
Classic horror stories retold with a twist or from a new perspective
THE MUMMY
THE RIPPER
THE MUMMY
You would call it a combination of sickle cell anaemia, malaria, a broken leg, and a number of genetic disorders resulting from his ancestors’ rampant inbreeding.
Tutankhamun called it Hell.
LYCAON
“They found him under that avalanche a few weeks back,” our supervisor explained as he marched us down the corridor. “He’s confused and dangerous. Local authorities have kept him contained – just about – but he needs to be sedated and moved. Fast.”
“I understand that, sir,” the nerdy scholar next to me asked, briefcase and stacks of paper barely held in his hands as he struggled to keep pace. “But why am I here?”
“Because you’re the world’s leading expert in Proto-Indo-European language,” the Colonel replied gruffly without turning back. “And for some reason, local LEOs’ translators reckon that’s what he’s speaking.”
DYSORATOS
My name is Ophelia Christoforou, and I’m literally invisible. I’m sure you’ve heard about it, read one of the trillion-or-so books about it, or saw the news that got broadcast around the world when I was born, but… I’m invisible. As in, literally physically invisible.
THE RIPPER
I came out of retirement for this case. Some psycho fanboy of the classic killer. Who could have imagine that in the 2020s, someone would want to copycat each of Jack the Ripper’s kills. The game is on as a ticker timer of bodies start appearing, each on the anniversary of one of the original five’s deaths. But nothing could have prepared me for what I would see.
LYCAON
DYSORATOS