Horror

The stockings were up, the tree was strung, and the night was aging quickly, when John saw Matty sit up in bed and stare wide-eyed at the ceiling. “He’s here,”…

It was August 2075 in Brussels. A dying arts and antiquities dealer needed an heir – a suitable one, one that wouldn’t squander and ruin the business he had spent…

“Now it says here that you used to eat your paints? Can this be true?” Graham Norton asks his guest with a hint of amused disgust as he shuffles through…

“I don’t see why you’re so upset,” she said, tapping the ash from her cigarette. They were sitting outside on the back porch. It was August, still warm in the…

If you’re not all winged-up and fingering a harp in the lap of the Lord by now, then maybe you’re here. Maybe you’re ghosting around the foyer that still reeks…

Unbeknownst to his wife, Edwin Hersek was involved in a full-blown affair.   Her name was Gina and she sat in Edwin’s garage looking lovely as ever.  He ran his hand…

Tourette’s Crucible “I am sick of meetings; cannot a man turn his head without he have a meeting?” —Putnam, The Crucible. “Yip, yip, bark, shit-fuck-shit.” —Anonymous Tourette’s Sufferer. Act 1…

I The Cottage on Arnold Street We learn too late that everything is written on the land, and in houses, too. Under their sharp roofs, they are like elders with…

“What’s wrong? Where are you going?” “What?” “You’re pulling off to the side of the road.” “What do you mean?” “You’re pulling off onto the shoulder—there’s no tollbooth here.” “I…

That night Dieter lay in bed pondering the scene from Goethe. He got down the book and read it over. Here Faust wants to call up the ghost of Helen…