The first of many tales from a store where weirder than normal things happen.

The sun burns hot, and the breeze blows in cool. Days shorten for the long stretches of dark, the richest midnight shades of the year. Stars draw constellations, roadmaps of time and seasons. Chlorophyll deserts the tree armies of leaves. They fall yellow, orange, red, sienna brown, summer stories in their veins, and autumn crisps ...

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 ...