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The ghosts lingered behind in the bones of the disemboweled sanitarium. Buried secrets, the lost struggled to divulge untold tales. For among the dead were tortured storytellers.

Cover-ups are never perfect. Paper records vanished in the fiery furnace. Evidence erased, withered by time, public apathy. Continue reading Secrets


A Southern Estate Sale

We always thought the big white house was haunted. My friends and I would sneak through the yard on the way to school despite this association with the underworld, but that didn’t mean I didn’t walk quickly and keep one eye on the windows. I know I saw a shadow in one of the upstairs windows several times, and I’m not afraid to say that I broke into a sprint at the sight. Fright made me fast I learned as I ran through, over, and past my friends, nothing short of a pell-mell every-boy-and-girl-for-themselves charge to school. Continue reading A Southern Estate Sale