Stephanie
I hear the bedroom door close, the padding of Stephanie’s feet marking her crossing across the room towards the bed. I remained still,...
The Curse of the Crying Child, Part Three
“There won’t be any need for that sir, and you’ll find that all lines of communication have been cut off.” The Painter said, smiling...
The Curse of the Crying Child, Part Two
Walking back into the living room, David found Sharon sitting on the couch flipping through their DVD binder, looking for a good movie to...
The Curse of the Crying Child, Part One
“Well I think it’s creepy,” Sharon said, looking at the portrait that her husband had bought over the internet for a nominal fee. “I...
The Darkness and Anna
The darkened house flashed in time with the distant streaks of lightning, followed by the rumbling of the gods as they clashed within the...
Haunted Manor
Pulling up the gravel driveway, Eric looked out his windshield at the towering monstrosity the manor posed as and shivered, not for the...