The moon shines bright in the night sky and no sound stirred in the sleepy village. Candles have been blown out, storefronts closed and even the night watchman sits behind closed doors as he dozes off for the night.

No one in the small town saw it as a night different than any other.

How very wrong they were.

Shortly after midnight some movement began in the woods. It was discre...

The pounding on the door is what started it. A frantic banging that made me immediately sit up from my book.

“Who’s there,” I shout.

No answer. Very predictable. After all this is the most haunted place in our small town. A place my uncle had been proud of until he passed away a few months ago leaving it in my possession.

The word possession sticks in my mind. What possesses the hous...

Life slips out of mind

Memories leave like old friends

Missing their faces

What’s coming next

You can’t go back to your home

Must leave it behind

Nostalgia ebbs now

Life seen through rosy glasses

Was it ever real

Recollection fades

Mistakes of the past return

I have paid the price...

The woods should be quiet tonight if not for the screams coming from my sister and I. We’re both running full speed ahead, passing thick evergreens and dodging fallen logs, as we continue deeper into the forest.

“Who was that,” my sister, Carol, pants. She reached into her pocket and pulls out a small device. Her inhaler. Sprinting through these woods right now must be hell on her lungs. She tak...

The black hood is ripped off my head and I plunge back into the light. Blinking the darkness from my eyes, I take a look around the room.

It’s ornately decorated, with long tapestries adorning the walls and chestnut colored furniture placed tastefully throughout. Typical bureaucrats office in this part of the world. I’m in exactly the right place.

I adopt my most charming smile and t...

It all began with a simple dinner snub. Don Pizzaro’s brother, Geno, was invited over for Sunday’s meal. The Don had expected his brother to show up. After all, it was the anniversary of their father’s death.

The senior Don Pizzaro had made a lot of enemies. That much had been sure. It ultimately caused his downfall only a few years ago when he was gunned down in front of Geno at the superma...

“And that’s just how I feel,” John said, rubbing the back of his head and avoiding eye contact like it was the plague.

Sharon opened her mouth to say something but nothing came. Memories of the past ten years came rushing back in startling clarity. She could see them meeting at the bowling alley, going on their first date, buying a dog and getting married.

It wasn’t all good though and...