The Specter of Red Dog Road
Up in Harlan, Kentucky, there’s an old backroad called “Red Dog Road” and you don’t never want to get lost on it. Locals will tell ya there’s all...
Farm Fresh Eggs
Fiona Blaine opened her eyes and tried to focus on the glowing, red numbers of the digital clock. Without her glasses, she could only barely tell...
The Scarlet Kilt
I don’t think it will spoil my story one bit if I tell you up front that I’m dead. It isn’t the fact that I’m dead that makes my tale most interesting, but the how I ended up dead. This is that story.
Fergus MacDuff
For as long as I can remember, the name “Fergus MacDuff” has been a part of my consciousness. When I was a child, my parents used the name as a threat or motivation for correction. “If you don’t clean your plate, Fergus MacDuff will get you.” “Clean your room or Fergus MacDuff will find you in the night.” As kids, we imagined Fergus MacDuff lived under our beds, his long, dirty fingers grasping for our ankles every time we went to turn in for the night. Most of the time we would run to our beds and take a long dive onto the safety of the mattress, relieved we avoided another murderous grasping attempt by old Fergus MacDuff.
The Old Lockhart House
(Based upon true events.) I come from a very rural part of East Tennessee. It ain't exactly what you'd call the "sticks" 'cause there is a large...
