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Halloween, the season of fears,
the season of ghost, and ghoul, and goblin.
But the only thing I can think of are tears
that can not stop flowin’.
And the tears weren’t from fears o [+]

The cheery yellow wallpaper seemed more dour lately- less like a quaint dandelion field and more like the pallid hue of a dying man’s cheeks. The lights always flickered and there was this infernal [+]

The wind cut into my flesh, passing freely through the threads of my lousy coat. It was a particularly fierce October night-- but I didn’t mind the cold. It allowed me to think freely into the dark [+]

Nana Maggie was a one-eyed, seven-fingered, one-footed woman who lived both down the street and a hundred miles away. Her gaze was distant (even before dementia) and her voice was hollow, save for the [+]

They don’t believe me.
Of course they don’t. Who would? Not my friends, not my parents, and certainly not the police. I’ve talked to them twice— the police, I mean. Sat there twice in [+]

As a baby, I was left at the doorstep of Godstow Abbey, a nunnery northwest of the center of Oxford. Growing up I cooked, attended Bible study, cleaned the abbey, and spent all of my off time with the [+]

The Woman of Green
has never been seen.
But the stories and tales
will turn you pale.
With a face of a troll,
that makes you crawl into a hole,
Her boils and warts
haunt even the [+]

I lie awake at midnight
listening to the song of crickets,
and to the rambling of my thoughts,
my bedsheets stick to my body,
as I am stifled by the heat.
I get up and pace across the [+]

Jason knew that his wife, Ashley, was less than enthusiastic when he inherited the family farm and tavern, but he never thought that she would run off and leave him without saying a word.
Afte [+]

My pursuer was relentless. Slowly, realization had dawned on me that I could not escape him. One mile had become five, then ten. With grim determination, I set out to delay the inevitable as long as [+]

“Gemma, are you nearly ready?”
“Coming, mom. Just give me a second.” The reflection staring back at me in my vanity is a bland young woman with minimal makeup, nicely braided hair, and pearl [+]

Sadie’s skeleton is jumpy in its flesh—itching to shift, twitch, tick. She’s been motionless for hours, hands curled stiffly by her head in a parody of sleep as she stares at the door. This [+]