I Shared A Room With Abigail

Abigail Winters had died 75 years before we met. She was seven, like me, and she liked dolls and needlepoint and wearing pretty ribbons in her hair. I didn’t like any of those things, but I liked Abigail all the same. My family had lived in the large Victorian house at 23 Grofford’s Field Lane... Continue Reading →

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There Once Was A Girl

Mrs. Dawson wasn't doing well. As soon as September had arrived and the weather had started to turn, so, too, had her health. While it wasn't unusual to see that sort of thing working in an assisted living facility, I just hadn't expected it to happen to Mrs. Dawson, especially not so quickly. She was... Continue Reading →

If I Don’t See Them

If I don’t see them, they won’t see me. If I don’t see them, they won’t see me. If I don’t see them… It was my childhood mantra. I’d repeat it to myself whenever I was alone and afraid. It helped keep the monsters at bay. No one else seemed to know they were there.... Continue Reading →

Announcement!

For the past few months, I’ve been working with the wonderful team at Haunted House Publishing to bring you my second anthology, From Twisted Roots. With 21 pre-released stories, including favorites like Fran and Jock and The Ringing In My Ear, and 5 book exclusive tales, it explores the best and worst of the very... Continue Reading →

The Vanishing Ground

I messed up bad It was the first thing I'd heard from my younger brother in over a week. When the screen lit up with his text notification, though, I just rolled my eyes and pushed my phone further away. He was prone to sending me that kind of message as a lead up to... Continue Reading →

Discarded Shoes

Whenever I see a shoe lying off to the side of the road, I think of my grandpa. He was terrified of them. During the school year when I was a kid and my parents were working, Grandpa would be the one to drive me in. We lived a few miles outside of town in... Continue Reading →

So Much Filler

Some people, I thought, are just meant to be filler. Background characters only created to decorate the world for the main players. We work, we have a few hobbies, a handful of friends, we exist, but we don't matter. It was true for me, anyway. Every day, I'd wake up at 7 am, shower, have... Continue Reading →

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