Scary

The doorbell's chime faded into the stillness, swallowed by the house as if it had noway sounded at all. For a long moment, nothing moved. The walls broke their breathing. The pulsing beneath the bottom braked. The silence came tight and anxious, lik... more

The air in the house thickened, as though the dust itself had drawn breath. Lena stood near the staircase, barefoot, her skin glacial with fear. She could n't flash back when she'd last felt warmth. The electricity was long gone; no hum of life, no m... more

The first thing Lena felt was the hum. It came from far and wide and nowhere — downward , steady, like the deep vibration of an unseen machine. But it was n't mechanical. It was organic. metrical. Alive. She opened her eyes to darkness. Not the kind ... more

The house was silent the way a grave is silent not empty, but holding its breath. It stood at the edge of the old timber road, three stories altitudinous, its makeup long hulled into strips that coiled like dried skin. Every window had a faint fog to... more

Whispers After Midnight The Return Luke Morris noway believed in ghosts — not until the night Clara failed. For weeks after the burial, he could n't bring himself to step back inside the grange. The police had declared her death an accident — a fall ... more

The first tale came just after night. Clara Morris stirred in her sleep, allowing it was the wind percolating through the cracks of the century-old grange. But when she opened her eyes, the room was still, the curtains unmoving, and the air so heavy ... more