My mother had a faulty sixth sense that flickered like a dying light bulb. She called them “bad feelings.” Often, her premonitions came too ...

We all jumped the minute we heard the honk, and our coffee spilled over the floor and sofa. I noticed that Miss Martha and ...

First, the plane landed late, and now she was calling him, and he hadn’t even picked up his luggage. “What do you want, Rachael?” ...

I think you’re a dreamer like me, And dragons fly thick through the air. Come inside; I’ve prepared safety Or they’ll drag you off ...

An insatiable hunger awoke and gnawed at him. With a heavy arm, he reached for the greasy glass by the bed and knocked off ...

“These were the most wonderful birds I had ever seen,” Miss Martha explained while she gave us coffee. “I had once thought of them ...

Take me away darlingaway from the strife,bloodshed and warwaging outside, toyour dwelling. I’d go anywhereyou wanted me to,as I await foryour hand, readyto ride ...

All twelve of us were seated by 9:00 p.m., and Roxanne explained what happens once a soul was summoned. Except for a few candles ...

The old woman set aside a yellowed, dog-eared script atop a tower of books by her chair. She sat back and rested her head ...

As expected, Miss Martha’s living room had pink décor, though it was subtler than I had thought. The cream-colored walls were lined with photos ...