Whiskey and the Ghostly Closet
The nightly ritual had been repeating itself like clockwork. Every day at exactly 0203, Whiskey, a no-nonsense Belgian Malinois, would awaken from his slumber and break into a cacophony of growls and barks. Propelled by some unseen force, he would race up the stairs towards the closet.
Murder or Monster: A Tumble Into Oblivion
The man stood over the lifeless shape at the bottom of the stairs, a ghastly sight in life but even more so in death. Blood...
The Girl In the Rain: A Tale of Terror
It was raining hard. The relentless downpour masked the eerie silence that hung in the air. Amelia hurried along the desolate boardwalk, her footsteps echoing...