Bethany grabbed her purse, the picture of her four children, and the small box of confetti containing her shredded, many-times rejected work. Continue reading
Underneath the Weeping Willow, Eloise drew her knees up, wrapping her arms around her legs in an attempt to make herself small and invisible, a ghost that the twins would never be able to find; her birthday was coming up and she just wanted some peace. Continue reading
“Shit,” mumbled Andrew as his flashlight beam grew smaller and paler and finally winked out.
He’d gone too far down into the haunted mansion, alone and on a dare from his sister Eloise, and wasn’t sure which direction he was facing in the windowless basement, and strange drafts moaned from every direction. Continue reading
(Not sure where this came from, but consider it a delayed Halloween treat.)
The good ship “Serenity’” welcomed all who dared tread her boards and strut the stage after sunset. But there was a price for admission, one that a surprising number of folk from all walks and situations were willing to pay. Continue reading