She couldn’t remember a time before the swamp.
The terrible sound rushed upon us, gnawing at our backs as we ran over the plump spring grass.
A flash fiction written in a couple of minutes, inspired by the discomfort of dermatophagia.
I started hearing their music pretty soon after the accident, and every night it became sweeter and more damning.
If you’ve been hanging out with me, you know that I just can’t seem to get Alabama out of my system. Remember when I threatened to turn my childhood into a horror story about demon? Well, it’s arrived. At least partially. As a working title, I call it ‘Appalachia’. Put simply, it details an outbreak […]
I grew out of my belief in the supernatural, but I never stopped loving the stories. Even now, I’m quick to snap up any book about spooky southern folklore.
I discovered Wicker’s Bog by Mike Duran with a bit of digging on Amazon. I needed to find a new book to review, and I was short on time to read it, so this little novella seemed like an ideal dive into independent horror publishing. It’s a short little book, just 64 pages in length, but […]