The House Beside the Blackened Moon
I knew before I crossed the gate that something watched me near - a crawling cold that gripped my neck and whispered You belong here.
The Fog at Elmira Heights
A Remembrance in Shadows and Smoke ...if we don't wake up to find ourselves safe in our beds, it could come again. To the ships at sea who can hear my voice, look across the water, into the darkness. Look for the fog. - Adrienne Barbeau as Stevie Wayne
The Night My Courage Clocked Out
A Memoir of Fear in Someone Else’s Living Room November 24, 1979 Sweetest singing I ever heard. And a feeling like drowning. And eyes...eyes! - Mike Ryerson, Salem's Lot
On the Walk Home, the Crow Looked Back
The crow didn’t blink. That’s how it started - a black comma on a telephone wire, holding the evening together while grease cooled on my hands and the air smelled faintly of rain and pepperoni.
Ordinary Conclusions
The afternoon had settled into itself. Light lay where it always does, across the floorboards, warming the grain, making a small honesty of dust.
Leroux and the Susurrus
An April Day on the Porch The porch was already talking when I came to it, screens humming low, that bright susurrus slipping in like a tune you don’t remember learning but somehow know by heart.
