There’s a haunting here at Porpoise Sand, and The Spittoon has its own set of ghosts. Everybody knows there’s something off about that ride. Since the park got going in the seventies there have been rumors of people hearing screams even when there’s nobody in any of the cars. Figures loitering under parts that areContinue reading “Spittoon”
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What Became Of My Dear Sister
Justice, my sister, ran away from home when she was eighteen years of age, or so for many years I thought. My parents were vague on the cause of her disappearance, and all matters pertaining to my sibling, come to that. “A saint,” was all my father would say of her. “She was a saintContinue reading “What Became Of My Dear Sister”
Our Dear House
For three weeks the children had the smothering dream before I did, as well. The dream, as the twins described it, was of being pressed into a narrow room by a number of dark figures until their shapes were one, a breathless, pulsing shadow, flat against the wall. Nightly this vision came, provoking both boysContinue reading “Our Dear House”
Trap
The sun beat down like a hammer stroke on the day Angie found her husband’s car in the driveway again. She sunk back under the shaded ledge of the porch, uncertain whether she was about to fall over or to vomit in the trough of flowers under the nearby windowsill. In the end she didContinue reading “Trap”
The Morgue 