He hid there, in the damned book. Said he was a prisoner. That’s a laugh. He’s a prisoner like a junkie is a prisoner. He stays in...

I am working on a new novel, “Demon”. The story concerns a collection of early memoirs, each by an author who, post memoir, goes on to...

The priest moaned softly, turning to his side. He stirred involuntarily from a dream, one of sweet release. She was desirable, alluring...

It was darkening, the end of the day. I walked a suburban artery that fed the middle class neighborhoods of Castle Rock. I quickened my...

Forgive me, Father for I have sinned.” “Of course, Stephan. We all have. Tell me what is weighing on you so. You look a mess.” “Yes...

The Mark Lilith approached the priest, smiling, leaning forward to bring her face level with his. He lay frozen, wide-eyed in terrible...

It was darkening, the end of the day. I walked a suburban artery that fed the middle class neighborhoods of Castle Rock. I quickened my...

Our last three blog posts have concerned real life, the truly dark horror living here with us but mostly unknown. Some of you have found...

I just finished watching The Babadook for the second time. Rented it on Amazon. Actually it was the third time I had started it. The...