Trigger Warning: This piece contains violence, mental health trauma, and animal harm.
He grabbed the little box, shoving garbage bags out of the way to get to it, and shouted, “Do your worst!”
Trigger Warning: This piece contains violence, mental health trauma, and animal harm.
“These words are real, even if they offend you, even if you disagree with them. They are the truth.”
Trigger Warning: This piece contains violence, mental health trauma, and animal harm.
At Halloweentime he thought he could hear it. Like bees buzzing under thick glass. Like a humming mumble. He could almost feel it.
Is this what it’s like to be noticed by a spirit? Is this the language in which they speak? How long would it take before one is drawn completely through to some Other Side?
The dark windows gaze blankly out at her, and it occurs to Rebecca that in these months of looking at houses, she has developed an eye for the difference between those that are lived in, and those that are empty.
That year, Chanukah fell on Thanksgiving, which gave the young rabbi a dilemma. While it meant there wouldn’t be the traditional confusion of Christmas with a […]
The stinging rain came in where the old wooden roof had blown away years ago on the ancient ruins of the castle on the hill. George the ghost lived here, where he performed his job of protecting his wife and children and giving them a happy home. At the beginning of every year, the wind was fierce and the air icy cold inside the castle.
"Could I have a look at the Meissen porcelain figurines?" He had a slight accent. He pointed to the shelf. There were about ten figures displayed.
He carefully took one of them in his trembling hands, a shepherdess with a lamb, and carefully put it back in slow motion.