1875 “We ask this through Christ our Lord, Amen!” The final shout and at last, the room went silent. The priest rose from his kneeling position and peeked over the edge of the bed. The child’s parents emerged from the… Read More »Mirror, Mirror
You press your back against the chilly tile on the floor and stare at the ceiling. There’s a design there if you allow your eyes to go out of focus. It resembles…. Something you’ve seen before. But what it is,… Read More »Run, Rabbit, Run
In the morning, I fiddled with the cheerios in the bottom of my bowl, pushing them under the milk so they had to bob back to the surface like a drowning person. Mom ruffled my hair as she walked by… Read More »Full Dark pt 2
Dad called the house sturdy. A good starter home. Mom thought it was cute and loved all the cabinets. I didn’t know about all that. But it had a big yard with a gigantic tree for me to climb and… Read More »Full Dark pt 1
Absolute chaos erupted from the bar patrons. Jeremiah stood and backed towards the wall, his mouth having open. The four girls were shrieking and crying, arms wrapped around each other. Judith kept pointing at the doctor’s head. But Sandy was… Read More »Tales of the Lost 4
Trying to think of a time when I was really scared. And I’m coming up blank. I know there are things that frighten me in general. Like bees or heights. But I don’t think that really counts. I used to… Read More »Some Thoughts on Fear
A coin slipped into the jukebox, and a record clicked into place. Suddenly, a slow tune swam through the air and a mood of melancholy and loss shifted the patrons’ faces into frowns. The girls stared at the fat man,… Read More »Tales of the Lost 3
A clock ticked the seconds away, the sound smothered by the jute box in the corner. The music was a lilting folk song that tugged on the edge of their memories. Something they must have heard before, but couldn’t quite… Read More »Tales of the Lost #2
A bar is a bar is a bar. But something about this one was different. Dim lights cast the tables in a yellow glow and shadows warped the corners and hid the expressions on the patron’s faces. The bar stools… Read More »Tales of the Lost 1
A childhood terror, you ask? Well. I don’t know about terror. But I have this memory that doesn’t quite line up with… reality? I was probably seven or eight at the time. I was with my family on vacation at… Read More »A Campground Tale