Halloween is one of my favorite “holidays” of the year. It falls on in the middle of the best season and encompasses one of my favorite genres, horror. I wanted to contribute to the festivities with a little story I conjured up based on a real home I walk by nearly everyday. And yes, the photo accompanying this story is…
Hey Readers! If you haven’t already, be sure to check out other posts here to read previous chapters of The House On Astor Street. Enjoy! Chapter Thirty-Eight The nightmares started that night. From then on, Jason found himself startled awake each morning, vividly remembering what he saw like it was real, like it was tangible. He would wake up to Patriot…
Hey Readers! If you haven’t already, be sure to check out other posts here to read previous chapters of The House On Astor Street. Enjoy! Chapter Thirty-Six Margot walked into the parlor and over to the large mahogany credenza against the back wall. She spooned an array of various herbs and spices into a cup, then poured hot water over them…
Hey Readers! If you haven’t already, be sure to check out other posts here to read previous chapters of The House On Astor Street. Enjoy! Chapter Thirty-Four “Mezmora is an extension of yourself.” Sam paced around the large empty classroom. He had pushed all the desks neatly against the back wall with another amazing display of his skill and left…
Hey Readers! If you haven’t already, be sure to check out other posts here to read previous chapters of The House On Astor Street. Enjoy! Chapter Thirty-Two Dishes surfed along electric ribbons of light from the table to the sink, where a flurry of colorful strings washed and dried the endless stream of used plates and bowls and silverware. There was…
Hey Readers! If you haven’t already, be sure to check out other posts here to read previous chapters of The House On Astor Street. Enjoy! Chapter Twenty-Nine Jason let go of Emma’s hand as the closet door into Mr. Troddleton’s hallway swung open. The two of them walked out and Emma waved to Mr. Troddleton who appeared to be hours deep…
Hey Readers! If you haven’t already, be sure to check out other posts here to read previous chapters of The House On Astor Street. Enjoy! Chapter Twenty-Seven Jason walked slowly down the stately hallway alongside Margot towards the room of flash tunnels. Several times, she would look over at him and smile, sending a dulled pounding through his heart and…
Growing up, we all had those spooky local legends that, when armed with our new driver’s license, our parents’ car, and a few curious friends, we couldn’t resist but explore. The following is a mostly true story about our spooky local legend… Gravity Hill. I sat on my hands to prevent the others in the car from seeing them shaking. I…