Juan Orona is a favorite character for many readers of Braile House. His personal story is integral to the underlying tale. Through...

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...

I am driving a truck. It rides high. It’s a country road. I have a wife, and there are two young children in the truck. It is a small...

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...

I love the morning after. I love to watch them lying still, sated, but empty. Impossibly hungry. Not all my mornings have this pleasure....

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...