Sister Noelia was alive. To begin with, there can be no doubt about that. To confront a further suspicion the reader may have of her, based on events in this tale, she was not only alive but very much sane. In fact, she was beloved and respected throughou...
The cool air moved as she crept into the room. Inky darkness precluded the ability to see, but the vision of her tousled crimson locks was vivid in his mind’s eye—a sight that took up residence there years ago when she first touched him. She glided noisel...
Loretta walked slowly down the hallway of the old mansion. The Halloween party was a fundraiser for the historical group which was trying to restore the place. They also rented out some of the restored bedrooms as a B & B during tourist season, but this a...
A weird advertisement in the paper drew Ralph's attention. It was a request to assist a psychic. He first thought it was a joke, or a mistake, but a call told him it was all real, and after looking up this psychic online, he couldn't deny that it looked l...
Series Introduction Once upon a time, there was a family of five who lived in Madrid. In the Lopez family, there was Paco, the father, and Carolina, the mother. The oldest child of the three was called Biel. And Biel had twin sisters called Jordina and El...
The harsh winds of the storm rattled the ancient windows; the foreboding-looking house creaked and groaned as if in torment. Eerie sounds, reminiscent of footfalls in the cold, darkened corridors, randomly approached, then retreated. The power was out yet...
“Laura, are you sure this new restaurant is alright?” I asked. It was February 14th, Valentine’s night, but we had failed to book early enough to get into our normal eating haunts. There was not a chance of us getting in anywhere popular, especially as th...
I'm sitting on the side of my bed. Remembering the day my future husband was killed. Thinking back, I can’t believe it has been a year. A year ago, I was three months short of becoming Mrs. Peter Thornton. But I am still Patricia Singleton and Patricia, P...
“Clap these cheeks. Clap these cheeks. Clap these cheeks.” The dark-skinned, ponytailed beauty stared into her bathroom mirror and shook her head in an “I knew this bullshit wouldn’t work” motion. It probably served her right for buying into nonsensical u...
A room, locked from the inside, the key plainly visible on the bedside cabinet. No spare keys. No other entry point into the room. No dodgy recent building work or amateur DIY projects to investigate for exit routes. No loose floorboards or wall panels. A...
Rose had been on the road for six hours. Her coffee was gone and the snacks she brought were picked at to the point they were no longer desirable. Signs on the side of the freeway announced a Ghost Town just up ahead. She still had several hours until she...
Visible steam rose from a porcelain cup of coffee as Chloe tried to sip at it, burning her tongue in the process. She got her coffee first, while her friend, Sylvia got an iced-mocha-chai-latte with almond milk. Chloe hated when people ordered that, it ma...
Back in the early 1800s, in old London Town, lived a lady called Carol. I say lady in the loosest possible sense. For Carol you see, was a lady of the night. And day actually, she wasn’t really that fussy. She was happy to give her body to any man, or wom...
"Ready?" Ali asked with excitement as she looked out of the passenger window as they pulled up in front of their new house. Scott looked over at his wife and gave her knee a little squeeze. "Yep, we finally made it. It'll be a long couple of days getting...
The caretaker unlocked the old ornate iron gate as I'd requested. I thought this place was genuinely creepy, but then you see all sorts of strange places when you're a location scout for reality TV shows. I take a photograph of the large front entrance...
