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The Siege of Innsmouth
Recently my great-grandfather died and me and my family inherited his house. We didn’t actually need it, since it was in another state, so we decided to sell it and…
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Winter Time
All our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. (‘Macbeth’: Act 5, scene 5) With turned, frozen earth stinking sharp on his big coat and gritting black under…
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The Song and Dance Man
There are few left alive who remember the Song and Dance Man. Time has claimed the ones that survived the long night and I’m sure they went willingly to meet…
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Ghost Train
The house I grew up in was right next to a set of busy railroad tracks. From my bedroom window, I could watch the trains roll by. There were three types of…
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The Lights in Papa’s Room
It was the year of my 25th birthday that my dad told me he was sick. It was hard to hide, really. Obvious. But I suppose it would be hard…
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The Grey Lady of Westwick
John Watkins warmed himself by the fire crackling in the grate. Orange embers scuttled over the logs, clutched at the brick, stole away like a timid lover. He listened to…
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Old Hag Madness
When the leaves began to fall that first week in October so many years ago, I could not have been less prepared for what would ultimately alter the course of…
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The Dead Man’s Mouth
Would you believe me if I told you that genies were real? They are, but they're not like anything you'd expect them to be. The stories say that you have…
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The Collector
The next time you are sick, ill, weak… When your mind is foggy and your bed feels like the only place you can be; beware the Collector. It comes in…
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The Hollow Eyes
The memories from which I write and record in the diary are strained, at best. Frequent attempts of the doctors to convince me that what I experienced was surrealistic. The…
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The Ember Smell of Winter
Emilie, Stan and I enjoyed our grandmother’s tales. During school breaks, Mom and Dad drove the three of us to her home in Plimmerton. It was a small coastal village,…
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Eternal Woman
In the middle of the dazed garden stands this four-storied cadaver of a building. Years ago, it was home to many residents: a couple of families, a few students and…
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Desert Bats
As I hurriedly stumbled down from the back of the troop transport, I fell on all fours onto the hard desert ground. The sun had just finished setting in the…
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Please Stay Awake
Dark, cold and eerie. Those are the only words I can come up with to describe the house in which I had lived with my family for the majority of…
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My Dog Dreams About My Death
Do you ever just sit and watch your sleeping dog? Observe as their little feet run along the ground, just waving halfway in the air as they let out innocent…
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I Saved the World
You have to listen to me, this isn’t right. You can’t do this. You can’t let this happen! Okay... hold on, let me try again. Something different this time, calmer.…
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Plasticity
I remember my first kiss. What boy doesn’t? Lisa Miller’s soft wet mouth pressed into mine as the salty flavor of her tears coated my lips, a taste I still…
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I Met the Monster in My Closet
Everyone has heard of the boogeyman. A creature, tall and dark who comes out at night and prays on fearful children. The story is a classic tale, one that every…
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The Body Farm
Part 1 I'm not a guy who gets scared easily, but I'm also not the kind who keeps his head in the sand, if you know what I mean. When…
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General Maintenance
I see his edges. They’re there, and apparent. But he doesn’t notice them. He turns his head, and I look away before he sees me. Riding the bus is always…
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