Dark Matter: Short Stories & Poems

Sometimes it happens even to the best of us – starting out as a faint black smudge on your floor then spreading into something insidious and gelatinous. You get on your hands and knees to scrape it off, but this mysterious substance somehow adheres to your skin. Washing and scrubbing won’t help as it oozes into your pores; attacking and controlling your mind. You hear whispers, feel hands roving your body, and see apparitions. Dark Matter has taken control, and there’s nothing you can do ab...