Mrs. McGovern knows everything there is to know about Glendale. She’s lived here every day of her 72 years. And she’s so well known and well loved as a local figure that the entire town has forgotten her first name. But Mrs. McGovern forgets nothing. Her mind is as sharp…
This room feels too shallow. Surely, there is space here that is not visible to me. Ah! Let us tap around this suspicious bookcase. Is that a hollow sound I hear? Why don’t I just…There! This bookcase pulls away from the wall! I must see with my own eyes what…
Turn on the light! Turn on ALL the lights! Why are you wandering around in the dark, stupid? Don’t you know there’s a killer in the house?!
You say the house doesn’t want people living in it. From your experience, the slamming doors and self-shattering mirrors are “signs of evil.” Well, maybe. But as the spirit of the house, in more than one sense, I respectfully disagree. Those noises you hear at night—the banging, the the whispers,…
We learned in the last century that there are dimensions of sight and sound. And there are dimensions of mind. “Other Places” where the light is dim, the land is irrevocably scorched, and everything is coated with a dirty film that’s part dingy gossamer, part guts. Most find these other…
Think of the worst day you can imagine. Now think of the one thing that could make it feel infinitely longer and exponentially worse. Public transportation. Whether you’re waiting in the searing summer heat for a bus that’s running late or trying to cram yourself into a subway car without…
Oh, my stars! You look positively radiant with rot! My dear, you look 10 years older. I mean, not a day over 98—truly! And is that a new hairstyle? I love it!
In a city overrun with masked (and often unmasked) vigilantes, it’s easy to speculate on who they are. Perhaps, despite their strength and guile, their names are tediously common—like Matt or Jessica. Maybe you’ve accidentally bumped into them when buying something at the gas station, or work alongside them at…
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