Writer, reader, game crafter, screen writer, comedian, playwright, aging hipster, and writer of fine horror.
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Stingy Jack Doubtless, our stories were what drew him in. This was the first real Halloween after our town lifted the Covid restrictions, and most of us were taking advantage of it. My friends and I were probably a little too old to Trick or Treat, but it didn't really matter to us. We made some last-minute costumes and went out to join the kids, though I don't think any of them were fooled. We were thirteen, nearly ready for high school, but they filled our pillowcases nonetheless. Rich was some kind of cowboy, Hank a car crash victim with some red paint and a little makeup, and I had threw on a long cloak from my older sister's costume trunk and some fake vampire teeth to make me look particularly ghoulish and the three of us had hit the street.
"They pulled him from the lake, and they say his skin was as blue as the ice on the lake. They checked his pulse and found him stone-cold dead. They loaded him into a wagon and took him into town, the body bouncing like a stone as they rode. Whenever it was that the bumping stopped, none of them knew, but when they arrived in town, they found the back of the wagon empty."
Haunted House Series- Where Theres Smoke
"If you're gonna do that, then take it outside." Rita was about two and a half sheets to the wind, but the sound of Dominic's less-than-doser tones brought her back down to a half sheet. She had the cigarette in her mouth, the flame inches from sparking the tip, and she was left in tableau as the other patrons of the Lucky Stool stood and looked at her.
Haunted House Series- Comfort Food
"Do you have to go out tonight?" she asked, sounding plaintive as he came out of the bathroom. George looked a little silly in his running clothes, the combination still making him look a little like a beach ball even months after he'd started running in the evening. He had been checking his weight on the bathroom scale and the news was dire, as it always seemed to be. The dial had spun around and for a moment he had been hopeful that it might show improvement. He had been running for nine and a half months, despite his mother's protests, and every time he stepped onto the scale he prayed it would show him some improvement.
Just beyond the veil
Emily sighed as she stood in the doorway of her childhood home. She hadn't wanted to move home like this, but it seemed silly to leave the house empty after her father's death. When she opened the door, the familiar smells of her childhood had assaulted her, bringing a tear to her eye as she remembered all the good times she'd had here. Christmas mornings, birthdays, nights spent on the couch as she and her dad watched whatever was on tv. The old place meant a lot to her, and she had hoped that something like this wouldn't happen for a good long time.
Just Beyond the Curtain
My husband, Thomas, is a writer of short horror and I'm very proud of him. He crafts these unique little stories about horrific situations and people really seem to like them. I won't name-drop here, but you may have read some of his work if you've been in the community for a while. He writes a lot and his stories have been read by a lot of different narrators, but recently things have changed.
- Top Story - September 2023
Grandma Always Said that Grandpa Wasn't Right
I’ve been taking care of my grandma lately. She’s been doing pretty bad and she needs someone there to help her almost twenty-four-seven. She’s got some kind of bone disease, it's basically turning her bones into Swiss cheese, and I’ve had to carry her to the bathroom and room to room for the past two weeks. This might seem kind of tiresome to some people, but I’m glad to do it. My Grandma and I have always been close, she basically raised me since my mother was never at home. If I can give back to her now, I consider it fair.