Lois Holler

Author's Note:  This story has not been through a complete second draft yet. It's near the end of July when it begins.  The threat of school is still a few weeks away, the air conditioning blasts in every house and eggs could fry on sidewalks, but autumn is near.  You know it, you can feel …

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 …