âWhen is Miracle Girl coming?â I asked and got a stony look of disapproval from my uncle in return. If he read comic books, heâd appreciate my nickname for an immortal elementary schooler. Grandpa laid his good, gray eye on me. The filmy, unseeing one wandered off, like the old manâs mind often did. âMiracle, …
Griffin and I were both 25. We hadnât seen each other since college but kept in close contact. I was working at a cybersecurity firm, and I really wasnât sure what he had been doing. He always told me he was âjust working on something.â I took a few vacation days from work to go …
You know those stories where a woman walks into the bar, meets a stunning man and gets pregnant, then finds out sheâs bearing the offspring of Lucifer? Well, this is not one of those. My mother had me at a young age so, by the time I was 16, she was 38 and recently married. I …
Publisher’s Note: This story is a prequel and takes place before all of the previously released Father Cooke and Magister Alexander stories, which you can find here. The author invites you to read the other tales in the series after completing this one. Oh shit, I thought as I walked through the front door and …
Publisher’s Note: This story is part of the author’s Father Cooke series of interrelated stories. If you enjoy it, the author invites you to click here to read the other tales in the series. â1âŠ2…3âŠ4âŠ5âŠ6âŠ7.â I flicked the light in the bathroom off and then on again seven times, counting every flick of the switch. Once …
I know that people are going to call this out as bullshit so I’ll just say it right now. I’m a demon. At least that’s what most people would call me. The truth of what I am and where I’m from is a bit out of the understanding of corporeal beings. Suffice to say the …
This story is part of the author’s Heavensville series of interrelated stories. If you enjoy it, the author invites you to click here to read the other tales in the series. The first thing I noticed about him was his shaggy, champagne-colored hair that reached down to his shoulders and how it contrasted against his dark, …
Publisher’s Note: This story is part of the author’s Father Cooke series of interrelated stories. If you enjoy it, the author invites you to click here to read the other tales in the series. âPlease let me out,â my son David pleaded with me. âI promise Iâll behave.â âYou know I canât do that David.â I …
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Part 1 I work in restoration. Your house or business floods? My crew comes in, dries everything up, cleans the baseboards, preps the place, tosses the ruined stuff into a dumpster and hauls it away. We leave the place clean and ready for a fresh coat of paint. I’m usually pretty proud of the work …
This story is part of the author’s Heavensville series of interrelated stories. If you enjoy it, the author invites you to click here to read the other tales in the series. Heavensville was stunning to look at, with tall and lush trees lining the sidewalks, beautiful forests and lakes surrounding almost every corner, and gorgeous, low-priced …
It was hardly past seven that morning when the Gravedigger saw the Earth stir. Fingers, rotted and skeletal, burst forth from the dirt, and with force they pulled their bodies to freedom. It was happening all over the graveyard. Every grave. Every square inch of dirt was overturned. Soon, there were thousands; so many more …
It was around 9:45 PM. loud heavy winds blowing hard as if it could rip trees from the ground like a bored child with paper. A snowstorm had hit the small hazy town that is located in the country of England. Probably the biggest one they had in years. Aidan Mills was walking home after …
When I joined the case at 47 County Street, I didn’t know what to expect. As a social worker, I see all kinds of screwed up things from child abuse, to children abusing their parents. Yet, when I got the reports from County Street, I wasn’t expecting much. The initial letters we received were from …
âThe snow did not even whisper its way to earth, but it seemed to salt the night with silence.â -Dean Koontz, Brother Odd Winterâs bitter chill drifted in from the open window. Frost laced the dried wooden frames of the window sill and empty countertops still littered with verglas painted pots. The harsh burn of …
I drew the pentagram and symbols on the hardwood floor, lit the candles, and recited the spell that was written in the ancient leather-bound book. Squaring my shoulders and setting my jaw might have made me look more confident, but I was nervous as hell. I doubt anyone would blame me. Summoning oneâs first demon …
When I was twenty four, my older brother died. At the time, I was working as a customer support guy at a major internet service provider on the Canadian West Coast. That was my stand-by job while I tried to figure out what I really wanted to do with myself. At the time, I had no idea …
It was the design of Angelo Ricci and Joe Czanek and Manuel Silva to call on the Terrible Old Man. This old man dwells all alone in a very ancient house on Water Street near the sea, and is reputed to be both exceedingly rich and exceedingly feeble; which forms a situation very attractive to …
You wake up to a text one morning. It is 7:03âyou blink, sleepily. Itâs from your best friend, Tom. The message reads, hey! do you wanna hang out some time today?? iâm free whenever You blink at your phone and then send him a response. yeah, I can be there around ten With that, you …
When I saw the car for sale on Craigslist, I was shocked. Not only was it a good price, decent shape, and reliable brand â but it was custom built for someone who didnât have legs! Both of my legs had to be amputated due to a childhood illness. Obviously, it made driving a lot …
I was playing with my hospital badge as I stood in line âJonathan Villanuevaâ Johnny V thatâs me. I had just finished my shift as an emergency room nurse. Not my usual spot, but it was the Fourth of July, they were understaffed. So after ten-hour overnight shift of attending to drunks and people …
Let me start this out by saying I am a very rational person and i believe there is always a rational explanation for almost everything that happens. Now with that being said let me tell you a story about an experience I have had in the past I would not exactly call rational but more …
After only three months of preaching in Versailles, France at the Parish church, Bernard Reason had taken a ferry back to England and was now on a train back to his hometown and family in Skegness. While he had been away at France, he had been replaced at his local church by one of his …
INCIDENT ONE The Chinese Dream Tin is a thing of evil nature, a relic easily overlooked by the foolish, and feared deeply by the wise. Sometimes, it decorates an office, and others, it marks a grave. But never, even once, has the Tin opened to reveal the same thing twice. Some find their greatest dreams, …
Call me Bramwell Alden. I can’t give you my real name because my prick of a family is too well known. My ancestor William Alden came over on the Mayflower, and my grand aunt has been bragging about it since the day the boat landed on Plymouth goddamn Rock â the old witch! My real …
