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The backboard, the one behind the tennis courts and near the lake, was an old thing. Very old, maybe older than tennis itself. And always damp. It slunk off its chain link fence, a sopping mossy giant with no posture. Piles of leaves clotted its bottom, big… Continue reading
He walked along the country road as well as he could manage with the crutch. He knew someone would soon enough drive up the desolate road soon enough. He had chosen this road because it was out of the way and not well traveled except for the locals who knew… Continue reading
Stephen King Finally Just Says the Hell with It Forward: What is Horror and Why is it So Scary? First off, Dear Reader, thank you for buying my book. Believe me, I can use the money; it's amazing how fast it goes once you start using stacks of fifties as… Continue reading
I've always been interested in ghost stories, spending my early child reading every version of "Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark" and every "Time Life: The Paranormal" I could get my grubby little fingers on. But my own experiences with the supernatural were… Continue reading
06.02.06 9/11 has been great for business, but it’s sure made flying a bitch. I was running late for my flight to begin with, and then the good folks at the security gate insisted I remove my shoes. Note to self: don’t wear combat boots on a commercial… Continue reading
Blood. It was a simple enough word, thought Jack as he lay in the middle of the casino staring skyward at the hidden cameras that speckled the ceiling overhead. Of course he understood the complexity of what blood truly was. He’d had the anatomy course in… Continue reading
An early, gloomy autumn morning never stopped Madeline from playing outside. She opened her eyes and yawned – still a bit tired, but bounded out of bed, got dressed and never even got a bite of breakfast before she went running into the woods with her dog,… Continue reading
She smelled pink, like bubble gum and babies’ feet. When she would laugh, I could almost see music. We met for lunch one day, and by the end of that day, she was gone. Even now, my eyes are almost swollen shut and so red that a passerby might think I have… Continue reading
“Do you believe in ghosts, Mr. Grosvendor?” “An old man is his own ghost, Mr. Herrick.” Grosvendor replied, continuing to look from the window of the car to the great gypsum mounds smoldering pale rust beyond the skirmish of trees. Beneath the narrow gauge,… Continue reading
my TRUE original Ghost Story, IS IT A GHOST STORY,IS IT A SINGER STORY,IS IT A REINCARNATED STORY,IS IT A TIME TRAVELER STORY…?no ITS my TRUE ghost Story- a Solid Ghost trueStory that is'by Dorothy Freeman. Listen up…first I must say this-I was… Continue reading
She was silent when my finger curled around the full breadth of the trigger. Bathed in shadow where she lay on the cold concrete of the closet floor, her soft shape was hidden entirely save for the vertical razor of fluorescent light that cut through the… Continue reading
This is not just a ghost story but a personal experience. In 2001 my life changed forever. I received a very sad phone call one Sunday night. It was my best friend Gloria. She was sobbing because her 30-year-old artistic brother died of a massive heart… Continue reading
