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The head of Johnny Thunders hanging on the wall, an inch above the door, attached to a cedar mount lined with rusted studs. His expression preserved as if just finishing a particularly stellar set at CBGB, his eyes rolled back in a heroin stare. This was the first thing David Maher noticed upon passing through the unmarked doorway and entering the warehouse. He’d dragged himself to a shit part of town, the absolute toilet. The gallery wasn’t officially open yet. He’d been invited to a special...

**Warning** This is a short story from The Splatter Club , meaning it will be graphic. Consume at your own risk. Forty-two seconds. Forty-two seconds until Jeff buckled, emoted, and collapsed. Julie looked deep into his eyes, smiled wide, and laughed. “You fucking freak!” she howled. “You were barely even inside me!” Jeff felt himself shrink back. The wet blanket of shame wrapped tight around him and squeezed out all of his self-esteem. Even though he was thirty-eight years old, it was his...