It fades too slow. A sweep of the flashlight, a wary eye to the treeline, the single small shack, that broken fence that no one tore down yet, and the thing is, it ain’t wrong entirely, it might be the result of one of them things, could be me just mistaking the angles or my sometimes-fuzzy eyes, or any number of excuses, except… It just fades too slow. I’ve used this light to signal for help on the mountain to light half the holler that time lil Joe got lost chas

Chapter 8: . Seth was writing in the living room at sunset. Behind him a long shadow began to appear. It stretched across the living room wall, tall and narrow, with one arm raised above its head. He stood up and moved to the kitchen doorway, watching it move. There was nothing between the wall and the window that could have cast it. He switched on the lamp, the shadow remained. He switched off the lamp, it disappeared. He switched the lamp on again, it was back. He approache

Dear Dreadful Diary, Today the most peculiar thing happened! I was walking about enjoying the crisp autumn air and the sun gently warming my head when I looked down and noticed a dark outline of a person on the ground! At first, I was a bit nervous as many creatures and beasts can take forms such as that. I tried to scurry away as fast as I could, I made it to a shady tree around the corner and it seemed to disappear. I cautiously left the shade and started to make my way hom

Almost-home, sort-of-home, home-for-now we were here once. we are still here, a little, once in a while, but the gaps between grow longer, the moments we simply don't exist stretch out for days, weeks, months, until we're seeing tenants come and go, the blink-blink-blink life of a house owned by someone who makes their money off the sweat of those who have less. we were here once, and we loved this house as if it were the first and last place in the world, as if it t