I was the coffin maker’s daughter. Papa made the most lovely coffins. Deep, roomy, lined in French silk, smoothed…
‘I met the sweetest little old lady on the way back from the shops,’ my wife said. I was up…
It’s not what you see but what you don’t see that terrorizes you. We moved to Laurel Lane in my…
So, let’s not get into the why, it’s really of no importance. The fact is that I want to do…
Nyctophobia: extreme or irrational fear of the night or of darkness. An irrational fear? I really must disagree. There is…
October 31st. Halloween. It was a tradition to go to The Russian Tea Room. Manhattan. We began with Pelmeni Siberian.…
A harsh wind was blowing and I wondered who had been chasing me. Between the golden dust and sand in…
Damn my boss. Making me work late on Halloween. My little girl Jenny was waiting for me to take her…
There was blood on the ceiling. My blood. My brain refused to believe it. My brain had retreated from the…
And so begins the first night of another short and painful life for me. It is always this way, every…
