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The Graveyard at the Edge of the Mist
“Hey, what’s the difference between a graveyard and a cemetery?” “What?” Togs looks at me, irritated. “You heard me, pal. What’s the difference between a ...
The Grey Man at Lost Lake
When I was growing up my family had issues with trespassers. Not something you expect to deal with when your home sits along the shores ...
The Halloween Funeral
Part One In some strange kind of way, I suppose it was appropriate that Nicholas passed so near Halloween. He loved the dressing up and ...
The Haunted Piano
I am a musician. Not a terribly great one, but still, I consider myself a musician. I can play with the best of them, and ...
The Haunting of Shorty Small
Shorty Small, a man neither short nor small, slept fitfully. With the covers thrown off, perspiration continued to soak his pillow and sheets. The woman ...
The Head Siren
There’s one hard and fast rule about me. If there’s a new chick at school and she be hot, she’s mine. It’s not a matter ...
The Heart and the Cabinet
When a heart fell out of the medicine cabinet, Carrie Pickett screamed. Not two seconds ago, she’d wandered in, relieved herself, and opened the swing-door ...
The Heirloom
Everyone that served in the sandbox has a story about the war following them home. Some it’s about the things they saw, some about the ...
The Hell Experiment
My name is David. For as long as I can remember, I couldn’t think of anything to be more ashamed of than my dad. I ...
The Hoarder
Messes are funny things. The longer they’re around, the harder they are to clean up. That was the way it was with the Falling River ...
The Hoarder House on Sycamore Lane
I could smell the stench of death before I even stepped out of my truck. In its glory days, this place was the jewel of ...
