Terror In the Pines: A Shock From the Unseen

As the unholy snarl echoed through the still night, a chilling terror coursed through my veins, seeping into every nook and cranny of my being. It was not just a fear of the dark or of the unseen but something far deeper, more primal. It was the fear of the unknown, the inexplicable, the monstrous.

The Birth of Whiskey’s Ghost: An Encounter With the Devil Cat

Whiskey, the war dog, was trotting across the narrow bridge over the raging waters of Stickleback Creek when he saw something in the tall grass. At first, he thought his eyes were playing tricks, but no, it was a cat,