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
Tag: Julie Kusma
Haint Nothin But Blue, Part One
“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
The Merwitch of Milkweed Flats
She moved through the streets with swift determination. Down Faulkner Street, then a right on Martin until The Crooked Crone came into view. The morning
New Mummy
“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
The Crooked Crone
For the third time today, the word sign stole my attention. First, I woke to an old song touting signs were everywhere. I didn’t take any particular
Misery Island
The speedboat chopped through the waves as it raced toward the island. Beth tugged on the strap across Lizzie’s chest. The makeshift harness held firm. Three others
