The letter arrived addressed to me on Thursday afternoon, tucked inside an elaborate gold envelope, my name written in swirling, impeccable handwriting. I held ...

The air crackled with energy as the wind gusted around us. Ralph, Liz, Roxanne, and I held hands, reciting ancient spells. The candles we ...

Unease settled over me when I tried to piece together the puzzle between Aunt Thelma and Uncle Jeb’s true identity. Their ghostly presence commanded ...

Each Christmas, I anticipate spending quality time with people whose lives have touched mine through traditions. From decorating the house, baking cookies and pies, ...

Days went by, and still waiting for word from Thelma. I drove to the farm, hoping to see my Uncle Jeb, but he wasn’t ...

Uncle Jeb had a far-off look in his eyes, as if gathering his thoughts on where to start with his missing hand story. Throughout ...

The morning passed peacefully after Ken left for work. I showered and dressed before I drove out to the house to do more research. ...

My aunt’s actions put me in an uncomfortable situation, and I couldn’t help but harbor a sense of bitterness towards her. It was difficult ...

Exhausted after my harrowing experience, Ralph, though reluctant at first, cooperated with me. As I drove home to get some much-needed rest, my thoughts ...

Gravity tugged at every fiber of my being. The black hole stretched me thin as I hurtled through the abyss. Colors swirled around me ...