The County modernized the old rusted truss bridge over Bear Creek.  At one time, the branches of the trees on both sides of the streamlet reached out to each other like long-lost lovers. The steel embraced the darkness the thick leaves provided. Now, the County had slashed the blackness away. The glow of the sun lights ...

Trigger Warning: The following deals with death and suicide. The snow powdered the ground as Elaine unlocked the front door and pushed it open. The creak of the hinges echoed in the empty home. She closed the white steel door and latched it. When she spun around, the thudding of rocks hitting the door and the ...

Cassidy knew that with every passing mile, she risked falling asleep at the wheel. The young executive wanted nothing more than to be sitting at home cuddled up with her Pitbull, Baxter, sneaking him little bites of popcorn as she got further into her latest Netflix binge. She would be wearing her fuzzy unicorn pajamas, ...

*Legend says that the pounding of one’s heart is the echo of a ghost trying to break its way out. They always make it through eventually. The question is when will it happen to you?*   Thump-thump thump-thump My heart races as I turn the corner of the dark street. I place a hand on ...

Halloween brings out the spookiness within us all. It is the time of year where our thoughts of creepy stories, ghosts, and goblins come into play. We go to haunted houses for scares from people dressed up as clowns, Freddys, Michaels, and Jasons. We curl up with a bowl of popcorn on our laps, watching ...

Trigger Warning: Poem Deals With Death and Anger.   When it comes time for the Grim Reaper’s call. Don’t mourn me at all. No tear will you shed. No sorrow will you feel. When the Grim Reaper calls for me. Your life is your own. That, I will not disrupt. No need to let you ...

I tend to keep family matters out of my writing, but last week my grandfather passed away. My dad was heartbroken. He was heartbroken to the point where it made him question his faith. My father was raised in a strict Catholic household. It was so important to him when I was born, he brought ...

Each morning begins to feel like a chore. She will wake up and stare at the ceiling. She will stare at the wall. She will stare at anything able to be a distraction. The distraction does not need to be huge – it needs to be anything as long as she can distract herself from ...

For a long time, when someone said they didn’t believe in ghosts, I would tell them to come to my house for dinner. We have lived in our family home for about 20 years, and the paranormal activity still never ceases to amaze me. I was never one to be afraid of ghosts, growing up ...

A Goodeville, Illinois Story Read other stories dealing with Goodeville, Illinois:  Short Story: The Woman In Black | Short Story: “Good Morning, Zombies.” | Short Story: River Stone Love | Short Story: First Day of School| Short Story: Henry Blaise Meets the Babysitter   I never believed in ghosts. I always thought they were a figment of a crazy person’s ...