He hadn't been smiling when they arrived. He was now. If you'd like a different genre or a continuation, just let me know. I can also help with original scripts or horror fiction entirely unrelated to any existing copyrighted works.

"You wanted a story," the woman hissed. "We'll give you one. Forever."

"You shouldn't be here," the woman whispered, her voice like cracked ice. "But since you are… come see."

Lena woke up at her desk. Her hands were on the typewriter. And the pages were already filled—not with her novel, but with a single sentence typed 2,000 times:

All work and no play makes Lena a dull girl.