In the pleasant town of Greensville, there was an urban legend that all of its inhabitants seemed to know. An urban legend that spoke of the abandoned house in the foothills overlooking the quiet little town, and how no one could spend the night in it. If anyone dared to stay after the sun came down, their own personal nightmare would begin. Everyone in town...
Kevin was forty-five, his wife Melissa had been killed in a car accident earlier that year. He still hadn't gotten over her, he couldn't date or meet anyone. His neighbors were supportive, they made him meals, they did household chores, anything he needed. He appreciated it, he didn't know how he would get by without them. Amanda's mother Mindy was a busy...
Oh muse, inspire me! Like days gone by, as you did with your greatness inspire Homer with his tales of grandeur of the ancient heroes and let not, my tell go unheard and unsung! Let your sweet caress inspire a tale to tell of desire and passion of that raging fire than burns within me, for all the see . For what I have to confess, I confess in your glory and...
As she slid out of the shower, a bare five minutes of water, but still heaven to her aching, stressed body and mind, Angela sighed in relief. It was a respite from the madness of her new nightmare realm, a moment of normalcy under which she could forget the horrible tales of the crypt below, and the macabre art supposedly practiced there, as well as the frig...
Review - Personal Effects: Dark Art by J.C. Hutchins and Jordan Weisman It was only a few days after seeing Paranormal Activity that I was wandering through my local bookstore and stumbled across this jewel in the sci-fi/fantasy section. Still riding the creepy wave of the movie, I picked up this book because it has a unique hook and after starting in on th...
My name is John and my friends and I have always been a little bit freaky. You wouldn't know it to look at us. I'm a five-foot-ten, chunky but funky young man with short red hair, freckled milky white skin and pale gray eyes. In the eyes of the world, I was an eighteen-year-old, Church-going Irish Catholic lad. It was my favorite disguise and people rarely s...
There is this period of time in between the last time you had something, and the moment when you no longer feel the insane pull of need for that certain something. During that in between time, one becomes absolutely insane with want and need. Of course I'm talking about sex. We have all had our dry spells, and there always comes that moment when you finally...
Brooke Woodhead had been working making extra money as a baby sitter every since she'd been in the seventh grade. Smart and responsible, the families she worked for trusted her. Now a senior in high school, she was still working her job. Driving her Dad's SUV she pulled into the driveway of the Townsend's. The Townsend's had an on again off again marriage,...
The air is crisp, and clean outside; it smells like what the commercials only wish their soap could smell like. It's what they oughtta smell like... The sprinklers are whirring rapid shots of water over the lush thick of blue-green under moonlight. Soft lamps reflect off of puddles and wet sidewalk, and everything seems so serene. I don't belong here, but i...
I stand outside my apartment sitting there waiting. Madame Web gave me complete instructions to stay outside of my apartment and wait. Which was a little weird because usually Madame would have us doing all the work visiting the client at a certain and private location. But to have a client come to me was something different. "You are one of my favorite a...