Jean has been my guitar student for the past year. She is thirty-five (+) years old and single (at least there is no ring on her finger). She is slim but well-built with long fingers and graceful movements. One cannot discern her age by her looks. Jean is pretty but understated in her appearance. Most often, she wears casual clothing and sneakers. She wears glasses but always appears quietly attractive. I don’t know where...

Prologue - The smart-looking middle-aged couple exited their townhouse and got into their sports car. She was sexily dressed in high-fashion casual attire, appointed with red high-heeled shoes. He was dapper in nice jeans, loafers and a sports jacket. They were on their way to a private party to which they never arrived. A two-vehicle accident was reported on the six o’clock news that evening, which stated only that the o...

The dark house was hot and stuffy. Unable to sleep, she swung her feet over the side of the bed and sat up; she was tired but sleep had not come. She glanced at the clock by the bed. It was 1:13 am. She groaned quietly and rose to go to the kitchen for water. She decided as she walked that the oversized tee she was wearing was too hot and she lifted it over her head and dropped it to the floor. Now in the kitchen she stoo...

I woke to find your apparition standing beside my bed, the nearly transparent hand already brushing the sheet. I looked into your face and saw the smile; the look. I knew you were not really there; Only my desire to see you once more. That ship had long ago sailed; leaving me alone on the shore. Your ghost climbed up beside me. You turned your back and we spooned. Our favorite thing. Your skin, cool against the heat of my...

The old house stood silent at the top of a high hill. At night or in stormy weather, it looked especially creepy; enough to send chills up one’s spine. There are stories whispered about by the town’s people. No one ever goes near the place. This is where our story of Cindy’s adventure begins. Cindy’s friends had dared her to spend the night in the old Forrester Mansion, a deserted and dilapidated three-story gabled monstr...

He arrived home after a long and frustrating day of work. As he put away his work things and stored his lunchbox in the cabinet, he noted with curiosity that the house was quiet; almost eerily still. He went in search of his wife. Walking up the stairs to their bedroom, he reflected that they had not spent much time together lately; his job and her women’s club meetings had kept them distracted and apart. He missed her no...