From one of the UK's darkest horror authors comes a new story to further push the boundaries... They keep calling me sick. At first I found it funny and thought them to be delicate little flowers but the more people said it - the more I started to worry that they were right. I have dark thoughts but I can't recall whether they came before the constant name-calling or after. Is the darkness brewing within me there because they put it there? Or did they see something I - until now - had never seen for myself? Regardless, they keep calling me "Sick" so I might as well stop lying to myself... I might as well be the man they're accusing me of being... To hell with the consequences.