The camera crew struggled with the twisting, narrow stairs. Their kit was portable, Steadicams being all the rage. They were lucky that the nature of their work did not require more light. Shadows added atmosphere. Dark corners added depth. It was cold down in the cellar. It turned their breath to mist, which gathered in the stark white pools shed by the bare bulbs overhead.
Martha smiled. It was sublime. Television gold.
-“The Show”
This story originally appeared in 2011 a collection called “Box of Delights” edited by John Kenny. It’s been reprinted in Nightmare magazine and you can read the whole thing here.
