Nightmare Fuel

The Spa

“Her own name hit her like a rock to the shoulder. Myra’s torso twisted around so she was face-to-face with her husband.”

Illustration: Zoe Van Dijk

MMyra had been walking for two hours without speaking to her husband, Chris. She was cold. Chris didn’t seem to notice. He didn’t talk either. His hands reached out to touch different plants along the…