A 50-word micro fiction from my Scottish Gothic Collection inspired by the beautifully haunting landscapes in The Borders, Scotland.
I enter your room as a chilled breeze while you slumber deep. My translucent hand glides along the wood as I hover near your footrail.
Dozens of spirits swirled in the thick wet paint. Their smoke-like forms snaked around each other, and the surface appeared alive. The old man, the
“Annie?” The frantic woman cried as she raced through the hallway in search of her daughter. She flung every door open, but none of the
Click HERE to LISTEN to an audio version of Good Demon Bad He glanced around for talismans, crosses, or other protective things. Not that they
“Allison, unlock this,” Seth whispered, with his mouth perched where the door and frame met. “I’m worried.” He jiggled the crystal doorknob. “Actually, I’m getting