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

“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 graveyard and a cemetery?” I grimace.  “I don’t know, Togs.  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.  And I use the term ‘stands’ in the loosest possible sense.  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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