There are no haunted houses. There are only homes that have lost the sense of themselves as shelters and fallen into codependence with their previous owners. They languish in heartache, having given up their souls to someone else – someone who took the keys with them when they left, and let the lights go out on the shadows within. [Read more…] about Better than Hollow
Down the hall there stands a wall;
its angle wrong, its tilt askew;
you’ll hit your head or scuff your shoe;
but if you’re dead, you go right through.
Jamie was only seven, but even at seven he could see the door was just a distraction – a fabrication for the eyes, which is where most people kept their minds. But Jamie’s mind was where it should have been – that is to say, everywhere. [Read more…] about Plaster