If only rotted flesh had more appeal, then Peter wouldn’t have a problem. If Halloween were about swans gliding across glass-smooth waters, or roses in full, fat bloom, then he would have no trouble choosing an image to carve. As… Continue Reading
Dimitri tolerated the crown. It was too sparkly, and the duct tape itched his stone scalp, but he put up with it because the new homeowners were young. “Just Married.” Right now, everything was the first: first house, first lawn,… Continue Reading
“It’s cold in here. You should light a fire.” Sara shivered, hoping for a cuddle. “Not until that chimney’s swept.” Joe was always so practical, but a date stripping wallpaper wasn’t what she’d had in mind. “How many layers of… Continue Reading
For decades, everyone in town believed the house was haunted. By the time the millennium rolled around, the Calder place wasn’t a house anymore, more a collection of rotted beams and jagged sheets of dirty glass, carpeted in thrown rocks… Continue Reading
The lightning flashed. Alice sat by the window and watched the storm. There would be no trick-or-treaters tonight. She smiled and lit a cigarette, watching the rain beat down. The house shook as thunder rolled across the sky. The storm… Continue Reading