Writer, teacher, wife, and lover of the outdoors. Genres range from poetry, horror, non-fiction, true crime, and first person fiction.
I walked beside my brother on the long path. We talked for quite some time. We caught up on life, our future goals, and just about all we could. I hadn’t seen him for a few months with how busy he’d been. However, I knew he had something deeper to say, but kept a bug kept flying into his face. He kept cutting himself off as we approached the more difficult subject of his recent break up.
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It was an old hunting cabin just outside our home’s property. But even still, what I’m going to tell you, circumstance and all, will make you believe that there’s something more in this world beyond just creepers and strangers lurking in the woods. That’s a lot of true crime bull crap, because in this case, a priest or maybe a white witch could’ve been of better use.