[Pride In Horror Month] – Tempest on the Mountain: A Short Story

The wind screamed with her as she chased the empty trash can across the bare ground. She had envisioned bright green grass, newly grown and soft under her bare feet, her music energetic and loud while she freshened up the cabin. Cleaning up racoon scat and broken glass hadn’t crossed her mind. They’d been hereContinue reading “[Pride In Horror Month] – Tempest on the Mountain: A Short Story”

[Pride In Horror Month] – Shadow Self: A Short Story

Mina parks the beat-up truck a block away and together, we follow the winding sidewalk to the front steps of the old Rochester house, sweater hoods pulled low over our heads. One of the porch columns is sagging, taking the roof with it. It’s a testament to laziness that the house still stands in aContinue reading “[Pride In Horror Month] – Shadow Self: A Short Story”