The Snarly Yow

\ˌcryp·​to·​zo·​ol·​o·​gy | krip-tə-zō-ˈä-lə-jē     : the study of and search for animals and especially legendary animals (such as Sasquatch) usually in order to evaluate the possibility of their existence Cryptozoology has never been my specialty. I have never been out looking for Sasquatch, never toured Loch Ness looking for the legendary creature, and I've never... Continue Reading →

the girl from 509

It was a quiet night as Will sat down to the watch his favorite program on the tele. He had his bowl of chips, some dip and a sweaty, cold glass of cola dripping happily onto the cork coaster underneath. With a grin all to himself, Will propped his feet up on the beat up... Continue Reading →


NOW... "Come on Lucy, get your bag and let's go." Karl said. There was a tinge of panic in his voice that the kids weren't used to. "Dad..." Lucy pointed to the ornate mirror that had hung over the fireplace since the house was built. The scratches started lightly, barely audible over the din of... Continue Reading →

There’s something about #53

"Manny, we shouldn't be in here." the girl said as the crept through the darkness and dust. He grabbed her hand and could feel her shaking. It was chilly out, even for April, but it wasn't the cold that set her to trembling. "Becky, calm down. We slipped right past that security guard. He doesn't... Continue Reading →

The long way home

I was headed home for spring break in 1994. Pittsburgh faded in the midnight glow of the tail lights as I drove down the PA turnpike. It would be good to leave the concrete and glass canyons of "the Burgh" for the green and wooded valleys of my native West Virginia. And I knew it... Continue Reading →

The Lonely Tale of Screaming Jenny

Jenny sat huddled next to the tiny coal stove that tried vainly to warm her shack. She pulled her threadbare shawl tighter around her shoulders and blew into her cupped hands. The chill of a dying winter clung to the dirty canvas and boards that made up the tiny shack she called home. Jenny's husband... Continue Reading →

The Shortest Ghost Story

"Come on, Grand Pa, tell us a ghost story PLEASE!" The kids gathered around the old man's feet begged. The fire-place crackled and popped as wood jumped into flame casting long shadows over the walls. "Alright, alright...but just one. and it has to be a short one." He smiled and eased his old bones into... Continue Reading →


chapter ONE Harper's Ferry...1860 Edgar Candle sat quietly in his modest home reading by the fireplace that warmed the room perfectly. His glasses perched precariously on the end of his nose as he flipped the page. His best friend, Ned, sat contentedly in his lap purring with half closed eyes as Edgar went back to... Continue Reading →

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