43 days of spooky stories

The river is a place of patience. It moves slow and deep, carrying more than silt and fallen branches. It carries memory. Those who have lived along its banks know this. They do not stay after nightfall if they can help it, for they have heard the stories whispered by their grandparents and retold in hushed voices when the wind presses against the shutters. The story is always the same. On … [Read more...] about Spooky Story 2: The Lady in White by the River’s Edge

We called it the Old Road because no one remembered when it was new. The county map labeled it with a number that meant nothing, a string of digits printed in faded ink, but everyone I knew avoided that stretch between the pine lots and the marsh. It had a crooked ditch and patched asphalt, and a wind that never matched the trees. On some nights the owls would trade low talk across the trees. … [Read more...] about Spooky Story 1: The Headless Rider on the Old Road