Daisy

Keith shut the door, locked it, and carefully lowered the steel bar in place across it to ensure no one could push it open.  It wasn’t foolproof, but it had worked so far. The evening sun’s golden glow crept through the boards that covered the windows, and Keith realized that it was deathly gloomy in …

Charlie

Charlie haunts my house. This brittle white house upon this leering hill, this house stricken with pops and groans and a constant howl of wind at the eaves. I do not know where he came from, if he lived a life before this, or if "he" was ever a living man at all. Charlie haunts …