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 →

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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 →

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