Seeing Poppa’s ghost was no big deal, I’d gotten used to it. The reason I was nervous about seeing his ghost was the fear. The only time the ghost of my Poppa came to see me was when there was… Read More ›
Book Reviews
Doris Miles Disney // Trick Or Treat
Only silence came from the inside the sheet. Two eyes stared at Edna through the holes cut for them; below was another hole for the mouth. Red Ridinghood called from the living room, “That’s a mighty quiet ghost you’ve got… Read More ›
Sybil Johnson // Designed For Haunting
“I think I have a stalker,” the message read. “If you’re reading this I’m either missing or dead. My life may depend on what you do. Please find out what happened to me. You’re the only one I can trust.”… Read More ›
Cynthia Manson (Editor) // Mystery For Halloween
She was an old cat, coal black, lean and ugly. Her right ear had been chewed and her old hide showed scars, but she had a regal look when she sat under the rosebushes in the plaza and surveyed us… Read More ›
Lynn Cahoon // A Deadly Brew
The planchette started to move on the board. Darla called out the letters as Esmerelda paused. Her arms felt loose and unresponsive under my hand. I would have sworn she wasn’t moving at all, yet I watched the letters being… Read More ›
Auralee Wallace // Haunted Hayride with Murder
I scanned the trees with my flashlight. “I think we’ve found our—Freddie? Where did you go?” I spun my flashlight around only to have it land on him perched atop a boulder at the side of the trail. “What are… Read More ›
Anthony Horowitz // The Word Is Murder
Diana Cowper had planned her own funeral and she was going to need it. She was murdered about six hours later that same day. Title: The Word is Murder Author: Anthony Horowitz Publisher: Century, August 24, 2017 Format/Source: Hardcover, Bookstore ISBN: 9781780896847 … Read More ›
Kate White // Even If It Kills Her
I replaced the cover and was about to press it back into a locked position when I heard what I thought were footsteps, the scuff of shoes on gravel. I cocked my head toward the sidewall, trying to listen. Was someone out… Read More ›
Naomi Hirahara // Murder On Bamboo Lane
Yellow crime tape has already been stretched across the narrow street by the time I arrive. My colleagues, on bikes and in black and whites, are already there. Curious onlookers loiter before they are told to move on. In the… Read More ›
Simone St. James // The Broken Girls
Fiona walked slowly into the middle of the room. The hair on the back of her neck felt cold. Suddenly she didn’t want to take pictures. She didn’t want to be here at all anymore. Title: The Broken Girls… Read More ›
