Just peculiar enough to look like an accident, a white truck hulked beneath a tree in bloom. The pale pollen and petals piled upon its windshield, however, revealed that it had huddled below the heavy branches for a long time. Nighttime crouched like a presence between the tree trunk and the car door. A rustling … Continue reading The Hopeful Wanderer – Next Time
Nobody believes you when you tell them there's a ghost in the basement. And why would they? The one time the surveillance camera caught me, I was only a quick flash of light crossing the view. "There! Right there!" you said, voice cracking with fear as you pointed me out on the footage playback. I … Continue reading The Ghost in the Basement – A Halloween Special
Blood on the dirt path ahead of me. So fresh it glistened bright red in the noonday sunlight, still puddling around bits of gravel. Just a moment ago, a hare had hopped down this turn, tall sunflower stalks obscuring it from my line of sight. Now it was gone. Now, the blood. Sunflowers. Though the … Continue reading The Hopeful Wanderer – Warning Signs
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