The Disappearing Factory Across The Street

“RAP-RAP-RAP-RAP!” Good ol’ Eddie always banging on my door with a cold beer on a Saturday afternoon. He was here to talk about the humming again the strange sound of machinery in the air where there was no manufacturing plant for miles we all heard it increasingly over the summer months and of course Eddie […]

The Demonic Bathroom Tiles Get Me Everytime

It could be in the mirror behind you seen just for a second or spotted in a photograph -something that doesn’t make natural sense. It could be you. It could be me or it could be something else. You decide. I’m tired of trying to discern ghosts from the blonde next door. “You have a […]