I know he is thereβ€”the man who lives in the forest.Β  I am yet to see him directly, but I feel his presence nonetheless.Β  He flows as a shifting shadow between the boughs and branches of the trees β€” a dancer in the darkness unheard...

β€œHey, what’s the difference between a graveyard and a cemetery?” β€œWhat?” Togs looks at me, irritated.Β  β€œYou heard me, pal.Β  What’s the difference between a graveyard and a cemetery?” I grimace.Β  β€œI don’t know, Togs.Β  What is the difference between a graveyard and a cemetery?”  He grunts with...

The Crocodile House stands alone in the scrubland; old, abandoned and overgrown.Β  And I use the term β€˜stands’ in the loosest possible sense.Β  It must have been a grand place, once, but the building is now a dilapidated wreck. The council put some fences up around...

The scarecrow stands around twelve feet tall. A lone, misshapen sentinel in the midst of a dark field, beneath the blood of a clotted red sky. His shadow is long across the crops. Comprised not of two simple poles and a sack of straw, this monstrosity is...

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