Too Cold for Black Widows

Portland, Oregon. A beautiful city, with a dark underside. Few suspect what monsters lie waiting in its shadows. Or its light rail tunnels…

Derrick, in his best blue suit. Still clutching a dozen roses. Nursing a freshly shattered heart.

Derek, riding on a MAX train to terror.

“Too Cold for Black Widows” – a chilling descent into horror at the edge of madness. If you like your monsters scary, don’t miss this short story! From Stefon Mears, author of The House on Cedar Street and The Right Kind of Stake.