Off the Mark | Flash Fiction Review | AstraDaemon

For the little girl, the terrors hidden in this gothic house are diverse, but also familiar. Until today. Every step, every heartbeat, and every breath, brings her closer and closer to having to face them. The clock in the living room strikes a new midnight—one where everything can change.

OUR NIGHT GAME by Lucas Pogrzebny makes no sense to me. Nothing happens. Also, the narrative voice of the "little girl" seems more like the thoughts of someone very old...not childlike in any way. Completely missing any horror, other than a child sleeping in a pantry.

As always,

AstraDaemon