October 25, 2025
Mabel turned to begin her solitary walk home. Somebody in the darkness under a tree caught her eye. Another little girl was standing there, all by herself.
October 24, 2025
Once a year we cheer this fear and get our fill, each chill a thrill. We’re children still down deep inside where we must hide from guts and gore galore.
October 22, 2025
“Haunted!” she cried as she ran to her car. The sound of your laughter echoing in the empty building.
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.
October 23, 2023
Pain stains the deadlocked roads yet the shades of horror do not seem to penetrate the ornate walls of the Manor...
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.