Writer, reader, game crafter, screen writer, comedian, playwright, aging hipster, and writer of fine horror.
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Shaky Leg Mary
When I was in college, I worked for a local hospital, one of the largest in the North Georgia area outside of Atlanta. I won't name drop because they probably don't want to be mentioned, but this hospital was huge. I'd worked clerical jobs in a few other hospitals, and you could have easily fit three of my previous facilities in this place. That being said, it was a mismatched monstrosity of old and new. The new Medical Promenade might have been a modern architectural marvel, but areas like the ER and the admin hallway still looked much as they had in nineteen seventy-two. It's a place at war with itself, constantly changing but also continually staying the same.
The Bunny Man
There once was a man with ears, you see In the dead of night, He'll come for thee He'll drag you into the woods to scream
One Night in the Woods
I was drinking with some friends a few nights ago, swapping stories from the old times, when my old roommate reminded me of these guys I used to hang out with.
The Last Josh
I've been in a coma for the last six months. I was fortunate, they say. The semi-truck that hit my car killed my mother and my fiancee but spared me. Well, not spared, I guess. I had two broken legs, a shattered collar bone, and I was in a persistent vegetative state for six months, three weeks, and two days. I awoke on April twenty-sixth, two thousand twenty-one.
Blip I looked down at my phone and saw the notification from my smart camera app. Notification: Movement detected in Living Room.
Ride the Lightning- Final Interview
Grandad was in the ICU when I arrived, and I found my parents and my grandmother sitting in the waiting room. Mom hugged me when she saw me, her tears making my shoulder soggy almost at once. They wouldn't let her see him yet, grandad having just gotten out of surgery, but the police were hoping to ask him some questions when he came to. I asked what had happened to him, and mom said the officer she'd talked to hadn't had a lot of information.
Ride the Lightning- Second Interview
The dinner was packed. Mr. Crome was waiting in a back booth when I arrived and waved me over as I came in. I had spent the last few weeks researching the prison, the same thing I had been doing for the previous year, but now it was with more of an eye towards strange occurrences. Stragview had its share of unnatural deaths and odd disappearances, but the prison seemed to be good at covering them up. I had been excited to talk with Cromes again, and his story had made me reach out to some others I had been hesitant to talk to. There was a real story here. I just had to put it together. I had wanted to speak to Cromes again that same week, but it had been almost two weeks since I had managed to get in touch with him. He sounded nervous when he spoke to me, unsure about our next meeting but sure that it had to happen.
Ride the Lightning- First Interview
First Interview I sat in the hard plastic booth in the McDonalds near the strip mall, sipping coffee and waiting for Mr. Cromes to arrive.