βChrist,β I muttered to myself, as the first flakes of snow started to fall.Β They gathered in fuzzy clumps over the windshield before my wipers ...
Nobody believes in vampires.Β Theyβre just myths. Old folktales that have been bastardized by cinema, pulp horror and cheap romance.Β Done to death until theyβre ...
I donβt think thereβs anything more beautiful than a cemetery in the Fall, though I love cemeteries no matter the season. Thereβs normally an abundance ...