Today’s The Day!

MY SECOND BOOK IS OFFICIALLY OUT IN EBOOK AND PAPERBACK FORMAT!! It’s been months and months in the making, but my second book is officially out in e-book and paperback format! From Twisted Roots is a horror anthology about the ups and downs of family life. It includes 5 brand new, book exclusive tales &... Continue Reading →

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Sometimes Even Mamas Make Mistakes

The first word that came to mind when I met Jeremiah Goodwin was small. He was a short man with close-cropped, pale hair and a hunched posture. He looked almost childlike sitting in the office chair, save for the fact that his hands were shackled to his waist. I’d been told it was for my... Continue Reading →

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The Long Drop

Locals call it the Long Drop. It’s a half-mile of weathered steel that stretches across a river five hundred feet below. Built in the early 1930s, the bridge is still in use, although there have been attempts to close it. Even a few to destroy it full stop. It remains, though. The Long Drop has... Continue Reading →

Twelve Hands

I’ve been telling people for years to stay away from the bogs outside the village. They rarely listen. It’s not their fault, I suppose. We are a curious species by nature and when you hear a tale as unbelievable as that of Twelve Hands, you’re bound to want to try and see it for yourself.... Continue Reading →

Home

Home It was a single, innocuous word. Perfectly reasonable. A text message to let me know that Kelly had made it safely back to her apartment after her trip abroad. Except my daughter didn’t say, “Home”. Her word was, “Ring”. It was one of those small things that only made sense to us. She’d picked... Continue Reading →

Pskegdemus

We should have listened. But we didn’t. Even during the search, I kept thinking that. It was so surreal. To be out in those woods looking for my son, and in the midst of every other panicked thought screaming through my head, that one, eerily calm idea kept surfacing. We should have listened. But we... Continue Reading →

The Making Of A Ghost Town

In March 1946, Robert O’Dell walked into Creek Haven Elementary with a shotgun and a pistol. Twelve children and a math teacher never made it home. O’Dell was arrested immediately following the massacre, after he’d fallen down a flight of stairs. When asked why he had done it, he didn’t answer. He just smiled. He... Continue Reading →

Funerals Aren’t For The Living

I’d always heard it said that funerals are for those left behind. A final goodbye and a chance to come to terms with the loss. Makes sense, doesn’t it? I never questioned it until I started working at a funeral home as an assistant director. My boss, Bill, was a large man. Big build, big... Continue Reading →

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