A Whisper From Another Room

It’s about quarter past eight on a Monday night, and I’ve just put my young son down to bed for the evening. I’ve let him stay up a bit past his bedtime, as I often do on nights like this when my wife is working late, and by the time I finally turned on his …

The Shower

The shower was small, but not cozy.  'Cramped' would have been a better word.  There were only two stalls and each of them was only about three feet squared; just enough room for a human being to step inside, get clean, and get out again.  Which, of course, was all that really mattered.  The stalls …

A Sea of Broken Mirrors

The man I came to know as Alejandro had built his refuge out of the wreckage of a liquor store on the far end of a small strip mall in Garrote, New Hampshire, about fifty miles north of Lake Winnipesaukee. It sat next to a pizza joint whose sign had mostly fallen down and sat …

A Vintage Nightmare

"I never understood why people don't like nightmares. I always loved 'em," Joel admitted, with a lazy shrug. "Even as a little kid. They were like these… these little mini horror movies produced, written, and directed by my own brain just for me, and since my folks didn't let me watch scary movies I had …

Video – I’m Not Afraid of Ghosts

One of my fans, who goes by ShadeAmethyst on reddit and YouTube, recorded this reading of my story, "I'm Not Afraid of Ghosts." It came out great! Give it a listen; the story itself can be found here, just below. ShadeAmethyst's I'm Not Afraid of Ghosts

I’m Not Afraid of Ghosts

I’m not afraid of ghosts because I’ve been seeing them all my life. By now I’ve come to take them for granted. Let me tell you about three of them…

Long White Fingers

This is the first creepypasta I ever wrote, about seven years ago now. If you haven’t seen it before, enjoy! And if you have, feel free to enjoy it again! …