Halloween, 2007; copyright Tedder/Bailey
It’s 1 AM, the morning of Halloween. Halloween, not Samhain, for the Sun is not yet at 15 degrees of Scorpio.
Something in the house is troubling me, taunting. Only now do I remember the talisman on my dresser. I’ve hardly slept at all in my room these past few weeks, choosing instead [...]
Photo by Brian Hathcock; creative commons license
When I around 12 years old, my parents killed a man and burned his body to destroy the evidence.
I remember like it was yesterday. The old man used to come to my house every Sunday and bring me presents. Pearl earrings, quite often. That’s why I don’t care much [...]
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