
Sketch of Adriana Priest by Claire Blackpool, date unknown. Can’t remember the name of a character? Confused about a term? Visit The Lexicon.
Sorta feminist ghost stories.
Sketch of Adriana Priest by Claire Blackpool, date unknown. Can’t remember the name of a character? Confused about a term? Visit The Lexicon.
Read Part One Here “No, NO!” she screamed. Cake rolled her over onto her belly and sat on her ass, ignoring her kicking heels on his spine. Gathering her arms together behind her back, he pulled one of the plastic cinch-ties out of his pocket, slipped it around her wrists, threaded it through and […]
There are places in autumn Michigan where trees interlock over lonely country roads in impenetrable ceilings of rust. The great white cargo van moved deliberately through one such feuille morte tunnel, like a shark prowling through red tide, creeping over winter-cracked asphalt. The two men in the front of the van were known collectively […]
Shriexing. You may have heard the terms at a post-investigation gathering of fellow ghost hunters, or stumbled across cryptic references to it while browsing paranormal message boards online. If you’re like us, you’ve been confused as to exactly what this dangerous new style of ghost hunting actually entails. Is it as hazardous as the rumors […]
Adriana Priest was overheated. She was sweaty, her hair clung uncomfortably to her neck, and her armpits felt like swimming pools. She didn’t smell wonderful. Mosquitos from the dense woods that lined the heat-warbled sidewalk where she walked were beginning exploratory dive-runs at her baking flesh. The strap of her bag, even with its […]
“Robert, I’m sorry, but NAPS can’t help you.” Margaret saw him stiffen and began to pull away, so she reached across the kitchen table, sliding velvet sleeves along the vintage linoleum, took his hands and squeezed them. “But – but! I know someone who perhaps can.” Rob gave her hands a return squeeze but there […]
OK, not exactly. I wasn’t attacked. It was all just a scary story about a serial killer, told by a counselor to a group of gullible children on the very first night of camp. Usually, such stories are a one-time thing; a single night of fear to add a bit of spice to the normal […]