I still remember the burnt candles in the crawl space beneath our home. Fear shook me, and I loved it. On that day, my interest in the paranormal was ignited. The year was 2000, and we lived in a beautiful five-bedroom, hardwood floor, hundred-year old home. My family and I were ecstatic until things started…
Category: Non-fiction
Peppercorns by Jasmine Szabo
Rain pitter patters against my window in a soft, melancholy beat. The rhythm is familiar; the song is a crescendo that soothes even the faintest of heart. Dreary Sunday mornings like this, where it is never fully day or night, are rare. With both parents out of the house and no plans for the day,…
Sacred Moments by Sandra Bates
Dare I to tell you of Sacred Mount Sana in Finland? Tell you things you may scoff at, criticize, or disdain? I hope you’ve had these experiences too; if you haven’t, you may say my words are ghosts and untrue. I dare to spill my feelings and let the story unfold. A tale of possibilities,…
The Challenger by
The day was January 28th, the year 1986, the time 11:41 … a muggy day like every day in Florida where I grew up. The skies were the blue of Jimmy Stewart’s eyes in Rear Window. So clear and clean like the sheets hanging on the clothesline outside. I was 16 and playing hooky from…
Scara by Madison Williamson
The most vivid thing I remember about my dance with death is staring down the throat of a Golden Retriever. That, and watching a purely white towel become ruined by my own blood…I should start from the beginning. It was my parents’ wedding anniversary and I’m sure they had a romantic evening planned, although my…