We met as we always did when Dr. Victor Monier returned from one of his grand adventures. Β Our congregation was small yet fulfilling.Β  He called them sabbaticals or short excursions. Β He never failed to bring back something tangible along with the most unbelievable stories.Β  But...

What awaits, is waiting for us all along. Β There’s no changing that. The dug bore well had been on the property for 200 years, they said. It had been dry for over half of that, but folks would come by, toss a coin in and make...

We sat stoned out of our minds.Β  Dewey was seeing the ghosts of ancestors.Β  He wasn’t sure if they were actually his ancestors or not, but he was wild-eyed and making cooing sounds like a dove.Β  He was no dove, but he was tall and...

I am as accurate as a bullet without discrimination.Β  I always have been.Β  I am the unpretentious sort with calculated intent.Β  I use big words, little words, sometimes no words at all.Β  I am not the type who likes a face-to-face chin wag.Β  Working the...

The night brings its phantasms, its lucid dreams and devilish nightmares, but it can also wake a sleeping man to sheer terror and mounting confusion, where reality is suffocating and the man prays it is a dream. Delusion; that is what it must be. Β Peace was...

Aldous Woolfe was a man of means.Β  He was a doer and never procrastinated at anything.Β  If he was supposed to do something, you could depend on him to do it.Β  He prized his job as an accountant.Β  He always loved numbers because numbers do...

On Gallows Hill, that overlooked Witches Valley where the verdant Whispering Forest spanned the horizon, Delbert Denton lived alone in a very modest house in a cul-de-sac called Snake Den Road.Β  Delbert was a bachelor, never married and seldom, if ever, dated.Β  No woman had...

Evan Burr found himself out late sauntering down the sidewalk on a night where the weather couldn’t make up its mind if it wanted to rain or not. Β A light drizzle just made being outside without an umbrella an unpleasant stroll. Β He spotted a bar...

No matter where I go, there is always fright.Β  Like an alcohol burn in my throat, like an acid that burns like hell.Β  No matter where I run, I race into the cold iron bars of a closed prison gate.Β  I am then isolated, segregated,...

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