October 22, 2025
“Haunted!” she cried as she ran to her car. The sound of your laughter echoing in the empty building.
May 11, 2025
She’s so far away, Rebecca thinks. If I could take her into my arms and hold her forever, I would. But she’s so far away.
May 7, 2025
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?
May 3, 2025
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.
October 24, 2024
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.
May 25, 2023
You asked about the gatherings. If that is real or not. Or just some Evansby tall tale to give folks a tingle and a thrill when sleepy over too much beef, on Christmas Day and ready for such tellings of magic, miracles, and happy endings.