“I hear you made your guitar.” Sammy looked up from his strumming to see a young lady looking down at him. He shifted uneasily in his seat. “Folks say a … Continue reading →
I saw a child playing under a bridge one time with his father, shouting up into the granite of the ceiling and tensing excitedly as he heard his echo. As I … Continue reading →
“Roy?” “Yes?” “I’m not sure I want, this time, to get in the mood. For you. You know — let go. Let happen. Go crazy.” “Well Mavis — don’t sweat it. You’re wild. I was just … Continue reading →
Paul is shoved into a room and for a brief moment his hands are unbound. He looks around, but can see only darkness. How did I get here? he thinks. … Continue reading →
The ghost of Nancy Pendleton stood in the shadows of the crowded emergency room, leaning against the wall like a forgotten broom that didn’t get stashed where it belonged. There … Continue reading →
The twisted branches of the old oak tree across the road gave him the perfect place to sit and watch her move throughout her house. The Victorian two-story had large … Continue reading →
It was not as if I hadn’t been warned. Sophie had told me the story countless times. It had been my favorite spooky bedtime thrill ever since I can remember. … Continue reading →
“And we can swim from here?” Naomi questioned from inside the professor’s mind, hesitant, as she dipped a toe into the crystalline tide. She watched the water part ways with … Continue reading →
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