I never liked going to my aunt Paola’s house. Honestly, I never liked her either. She’s a creepy bible-thumping Jesus fanatic and she’d always circle over me like a vulture. But none of that creeped me out like her house did. It was old, run-down...

Part One ‘Little Dead Nancy, Sitting on the bench, One eye long, and one eye gone, Little Dead Nancy, The red swing’s open, come take a seat, and swing with me!’ I almost completed the summoning of Nancy back when I was a kid. I was somewhere in the second grade, I’d just moved...

Everyone knows the story of Bloody Mary and everyone knows how to “summon” her: say her name three times in front of a mirror with the lights off. Of course, there are slight variations to the exact story depending on where you live, but it’s...