The room was dark and musty. Not only from being closed up since the death of his grandfather, but from the matted carpet and old furniture that had been there since the early 50’s. The faded curtains were drawn and a soft yellow glow diffused throughout the room. Everything was in its place. Paul could … Continue reading
The backboard, the one behind the tennis courts and near the lake, was an old thing. Very old, maybe older than tennis itself. And always damp. It slunk off its chain link fence, a sopping mossy giant with no posture. Piles of leaves clotted its bottom, big drifts that hid skeletons of mice and bleached … Continue reading
He walked along the country road as well as he could manage with the crutch. He knew someone would soon enough drive up the desolate road soon enough. He had chosen this road because it was out of the way and not well traveled except for the locals who knew it was a shortcut to … Continue reading
Stephen King Finally Just Says the Hell with It Forward: What is Horror and Why is it So Scary? First off, Dear Reader, thank you for buying my book. Believe me, I can use the money; it’s amazing how fast it goes once you start using stacks of fifties as kindling. Now, "horror" is not … Continue reading
I’ve always been interested in ghost stories, spending my early child reading every version of "Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark" and every "Time Life: The Paranormal" I could get my grubby little fingers on. But my own experiences with the supernatural were both unexpected, and unsettling. I had just started living my girlfriend … Continue reading
06.02.06 9/11 has been great for business, but it’s sure made flying a bitch. I was running late for my flight to begin with, and then the good folks at the security gate insisted I remove my shoes. Note to self: don’t wear combat boots on a commercial flight. The guys back at the lab … Continue reading
Blood. It was a simple enough word, thought Jack as he lay in the middle of the casino staring skyward at the hidden cameras that speckled the ceiling overhead. Of course he understood the complexity of what blood truly was. He’d had the anatomy course in college where he had managed to pass with a … Continue reading
An early, gloomy autumn morning never stopped Madeline from playing outside. She opened her eyes and yawned – still a bit tired, but bounded out of bed, got dressed and never even got a bite of breakfast before she went running into the woods with her dog, Barley, who was equally excited. Madeline never noticed … Continue reading
She smelled pink, like bubble gum and babies’ feet. When she would laugh, I could almost see music. We met for lunch one day, and by the end of that day, she was gone. Even now, my eyes are almost swollen shut and so red that a passerby might think I have something infectious. There’s … Continue reading
“Do you believe in ghosts, Mr. Grosvendor?” “An old man is his own ghost, Mr. Herrick.” Grosvendor replied, continuing to look from the window of the car to the great gypsum mounds smoldering pale rust beyond the skirmish of trees. Beneath the narrow gauge, young boys in bare feet moved awkwardly out of the dusk … Continue reading