Read earlier installments here “When was the last time you saw Mrs. Maren?” Detective Wooton asked. Greta searched her brain desperately for an exact date, but she came up empty. Even though she wasn’t in trouble, sitting in the police station and being interrogated by a detective was overwhelming. Greta shook her head and said, ...

Read earlier installments here Greta sent Philip’s mom another text, asking if she could stop in either at dropoff or pickup at the next lesson. Almost immediately, Greta saw the three dots indicating that the woman was typing a response, but nothing ever came through. The dots dropped off and restarted three times before stopping ...

Read earlier installments here “Do you know who she looks like, Miss Greta?” Philip said as he shuffled his piano books on the music stand. Greta looked at the teenager curiously, not sure who the “she” was. “Christina,” he clarified. “Oh yes,” Greta said. “Your new friend at school.” “She looks like Yvonne,” Philip stated ...

Read Back From The Dead Part One here   “Is this a bad time?” Gage asked from the doorway. Alva whirled around to face him. His black eyes were sad, but his jaw was set with stubborn determination. “What do you want, Gage?” Alva asked, holding back adrenaline tears. “Um, the crew won’t let me ...

Read Parts 1 and 2 here Greta’s Wednesdays were busy. It was the day of the week that was stacked with students, and for some reason, it had always been that way. She figured out after years of teaching that most families hated booking anything near or on the weekends unless they had to. On ...

Read Parts 1-6 Chaos and cacophony. “Dee? Are you okay?” Eddie’s voice penetrates the solipsism. “Dee!” My eyes flicker open to Eddie holding the detached call bell in his left hand, his mouth gaping and face pale. His chest rises and falls through his scrubs. “I’m alive,” I fumble. “Who did this? The night nurse ...

Part One Part Two Dean knocked on the door and turned the knob. “Annie, I’m home,” he called out.  Turning towards Nicki, he ushered her into the warm, spacious foyer. The aroma of whatever was cooking on the stove filled the air. From down the hall, a log swing door burst open. A young woman ...

She should have been used to the sounds of fighting by now. Glass shattered against walls, the blasts of flesh on flesh, snarls of two demons trying to rip each other’s throats out. Well, a demon and a half, Alva thought as she ran towards the dressing room. She threw the door open and was ...

a twist in your gut marks this violent path a heartbeat taken a breath driven out his smile shadows your memories and the blood that soiled his face when he died father’s ghost taunts you in the night where peace can find no purchase in your dreams thirstful vengeance marks your violent path bodies in ...