The Changeling (2013)

I vaguely recalled a particular story that she had told me once. Something about how the little people in the hills would steal a newborn born child from its mother and replace it with an old wrinkled gremlin-esque creature. They’d get the fairies to cast a spell upon, so it resembled the original child; but this creature wasn’t a child. It was old and grim.

The Commute

The crowd was being moved down the stairs into the great open hall where an ocean of greys was moving as one. Waves pulsating. Like a river joining the sea, she weaved through the grey shadows, desperately trying to keep her head above water as she fought the current towards the tunnel. She slipped into what she thought was a river but instead was caught up in the race of the rapids.