It’s not the sound of footsteps tick-tacking somewhere behind you as you make your way home that you need to worry about. Regardless of whether it’s one set playing out a solo song on the sidewalk, or an orchestra in melody. If you can hear it, you know it’s there. Whatever ‘it’ is. Threat, danger,... Continue Reading →
A short story that I didn't include in Basement Tales, but still sends a little chill down my spine...a horror story for parents. * “You put him to bed tonight, sweet heart.” Linda pouted, passing frothing Tommy over to me from her moist chest. I sighed, taking the little turd monster from her outstretched arms,... Continue Reading →
