Everyone knows the story of Bloody Mary and everyone knows how to โ€œsummonโ€ 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 itโ€™s...

Death is inevitable. We donโ€™t know when it will happen, simply that someday it will come for us all. Well, most people donโ€™t know when, but I do. This is going to sound weird, but I can taste death. So, what do I mean by that?...

I grew up in a pretty crummy town - Nowheresville; a real one-horse piece of crap with a small municipal park that housed a vintage carousel since time immemorial. The same elderly guy sat in his little booth in the center, no matter the weather....

โ€œGoddammit! Not again!โ€ screamed Ricky after opening the much-anticipated email. โ€œPinche pendejo!โ€ he said even louder. โ€œHijo de tu puta madre!โ€ He picked up his expensive mouse and threw it against the wall. โ€œBesa mi culo, puto!โ€ He slammed his fists down, shattering the tricked out, top of...

Turn back now, before your past is dug up like old bones and your soul is consumed in fire. I blinked once, watching the faded trees, like twisted, gnarled fingers reaching up to caress the sky, roll by the carriage window. I rubbed my forehead; the...

Part 1 Robert Edward Kennan killed himself in the Fall of 1999. I wasnโ€™t there but itโ€™s where my story begins. It begins with Rob, 17 years old, sitting in a burning car in the middle of a crowded parking lot one Monday night in October....