Kolchak: The Night Stalker

Which came first? Nightmares, or my love of horror? I haven’t decided yet. But when quite young I used to feed the beast by reading Crypt Tales comic books and watching scary television shows. I remember scooting up to the old tube television set and watching, gasp,...

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There Are Things In The Darkness

My husband travels. I’m always anxious until he comes home. Just this morning he left me alone for another business trip. I’m not afraid, I tell myself. This house is old and creaky, that’s all. When he showed up a few hours later, I was so glad that his trip was cut...

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Why Do We Love Vampires?

Why do we love vampires? Because they promise eternal life (or youth)? Maybe. They’re sexy despite (or because of) that whole drinking blood thing, but only if they turn you. Plus, they have some pretty awesome superpowers like getting mortals to submit to their...

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There’s Something In That House

The house sits on the corner of a well-manicured neighborhood. But it is more than a distinctive blight on an otherwise picturesque street that I notice on my weekly jogs. The house’s Gothic style seems so out place among the trendier homes. The sun had leached all...

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Stephen King and I

Stephen King is my friend. He just doesn’t know it. Let’s face it, he just doesn’t know me. But he saved me, nonetheless. I grew up in the housing projects. Enough said, right? Want a dream killer? Grow up in an environment that seems to prep you for prison rather...

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Shiver

I envy writers who suffer from writer’s block. They probably get a good night’s sleep.As far as I’m concerned, they can have my source of inspiration. Really, who wants to have my nightmares? I can never tell when I’m going to have a bad dream. My husband says that...

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Home Alone, or am I?

When my husband goes on a business trip, I’m usually all alone in a big and old house. It’s been around for more than a century and I suspect folks have died in it. That’s my suspicion and I’m sticking to it.  Late at night, I hear things. If my dog, Cherie, doesn’t...

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Ghostly Attachment Issues

I have a shiny bike. It’s pink with a little white wicker basket. I call it the grandma bike. So no, I’m not a cycling enthusiast. You won’t see me hunched over the handlebars wearing slick shorts on and a go-to hell helmet while looking fierce and cool at the same...

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