Frank watched it carefully from behind his bar. The club was empty by this hour, thank goodness. He didn’t want it getting out that he had resorted to this. A demon. Frank Delgatto, how low can you go? Hell, he was desperate. This cop, this Lt. Demming, was closing in, and none of the conventional means of sendingContinue reading “You Ever Dance with the Devil in the Pale Moonlight?”
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Never Too Late
The steaming water burned his tongue, but Kyle sipped at it anyway, enjoying the stinging sensation, and letting it rouse him, if only temporarily, out of his bored stupor. He spent a few minutes focusing on his posture, the next racking his brain to think of any supplies he had yet to order. There mustContinue reading “Never Too Late”
Move On
Ghosts don’t do much talking as a rule; they’re too self-absorbed. That’s why they walk through walls. They’re too busy dwelling on their own problems to notice that the hotel has been remodeled since they died in it in 1850. Being a medium can get pretty damn lonely when you get right down to it.Continue reading “Move On”
Cost of Living
Once upon a time, there was a little village, nestled deep in a wooded valley, where no one ever died. You might think that it would have been the happiest village in the world. It wasn’t. The village was in perpetual darkness, the large trees which surrounded every house and farm blocking out both sunContinue reading “Cost of Living”
Mind Over Matter
The migraine had lasted for three days. Paul begged his wife to go see the doctor, but she just glared at him in the bathroom mirror as she swallowed down another Excedrin. “Honestly, Paul,” she said, once the pill had been pushed down her throat, “you’re like an old woman. It’ll be fine.” She ranContinue reading “Mind Over Matter”