A secret kept is a door to one day be opened. Wise words spoken from the lips of my teacher, his mustache twitching as he took a sip of the tea I made him. He said those words to me as a warning- a precaution of what could come should I continue to harbor that ...

Read PART 1 here   ~~ I was lying in bed, listening to the whistle of wind against the side of the house. It had always been a comforting sound, and one of the few good things to come from the winters in New England. They had become colder every year since my husband had ...

Thursday was when I had my weekly home visits for blood work. For twelve years, my flesh had been trying to poison me, but by the grace of God, Dr. Hubert caught it in time. Who knew type II diabetes would actually kill you? After 71 years, the only way to keep the up in ...

Part 1 – 2 – 3 – 4   PART 5 There was darkness and heat.  Scott was lying on a stone floor. A thin layer of gravel and dirt scraped against his face. He made a clumsy attempt to stand, but found his hands bound behind his back and resigned to rolling onto his ...

Part 1 – 2 – 3   PART 4 The room felt moist and stank of rotting cloth. It was empty with only one other door to his left shut tight. He could see the objects covered in tarp were a variety of furniture stacked in odd and precarious fashions into small pillars. Spires within ...

Read PART 1 and PART 2   PART 3 Suzie stood to the side and extended an arm to the open door. “Come and see what Wella’s Spire offers you!” Her delivery was vaudevillian and rang ominously in Scott’s head. [Come and see Scottie, at the end of all things, what the Conaltradh will offer ...

Read PART 1 here   PART 2 Scott shifted in his seat, not wanting to get out of the car alone. With the Dark that sounded far too much like Reggie (and, simultaneously, nothing like him) growing louder in the shadow of the Spire, he felt as if he would step out into its view ...