Now, Words about Witches:
Today is the ninety-second year anniversary of the punch that ended the life of Harry Houdini. Houdini, a legendary historical figure whose name has become the literal byword for illusion, stage magic, and daredevil acts of escape, actually died on HALLOWEEN night of 1926, of peritonitis. He had lingered for eight days after being suckerpunched in the gut by an exuberant fan. Houdini, who was known to be able to withstand massive amounts of bodily damage, had not been prepared for the assault—and it killed him.
Indiana history is haunted by the tale of young OLIVER LERCH.
I've written two books on horrible urban legends. The first, Scary Urban Legends, was illustrated by John C. Eng, and is, really, quite good, if I do say so myself. It was published by Schiffer publishing, long, long ago.
Alien encounters are pretty boring these days. Usually, they involve big-headed, black-eyed "Greys" coming into your bedroom, swooping down on your vehicle, or, in some other way, plucking you out of your normal, waking life, to throw your luckless butt into the saucer (or triangle, or indistinct sort-of flying lightship), and giving you a medical exam.
There are moments in life when we turn the corner, round the bend, and find ourselves in an old episode of the Twilight Zone.