There were three of them in the car. Sandra, in the driver's seat, Adam, her eight-year-old son, and their nameless armed abductor in the back. They had been driving in silence for hours with no discernible destination. The armed man sitting in Sandra's back seat next to her child but as they put the city further and further behind them. Sandra started to worry about what his intentions might be. They were on an isolated and unlit country road. Sandra could only see down the pavement as far as the beams of her headlights stretched, sometimes revealing the carcasses of animals pulverized by trucks, some of which had managed to crawl to the edge of the forests that flanked the road leaving a crimson smear on the black asphalt. A warning light on the dashboard flashed warning Sandra they were almost out of gas. She gritted her teeth and looked up at the mirror and saw the kidnapper staring out the window while he chewed on his nails. Her voice was a trembling whisper. "Exc
This is a collection of anecdotes from the fringes of reality, a tapestry stitched together from our dreams as well as our nightmares, from the fears that haunt the collective imagination. These are the symptoms of the sickness known as the human condition.