I turned back to the window. The drones hovered only a moment, then toured to the right to spy through another apartment window like hornets trying to find their way into a hive. Some bored dudes in quarantine were probably trying to score a peep show.

Ricky stood in the snow with one sneaker untied and his backpack hanging far too low on his back. His breath misted in the frigid December air. He shook, but not from the cold. His mother taught him to layer up, making it almost impossible to catch a chill.

No, his shivers were from fear. A fear he had every year. But this year was going to be different.

In ancient times, people were sacrificed to the bog. Now, the souls trapped within bog demand more sacrifices. And if they don’t get them, they will rise, and they will find souls themselves.

She’s knocking.

Every season is spooky season, in my opinion, and with less than four months til Halloween, you know every little wicked soul is getting amped up for the best holiday. That being said, this here is a story of a strange little shack and several disappearances that will remain unsolved.

Got a summer job working with children. I have stories for days.

I lost my class ring when I was 17. Now, a thousand years later, it has returned to find me a completely different- and yet, the same- person.

Today Sol will either die or be Blessed with magic. It all depends on the quality of her sacrifice.

Please enjoy Chapter One of my current project, Scorned.

An old bear, kept in a chest, waiting to see his person once again.

The final horrors await you just inside the door…