How would you feel if you suddenly started receiving letters from someone you didn't know? Personal letters, from someone who seemed to know more about you than you ever wanted to admit to yourself? The End of the Sentence (2014) delivers--it's not only difficult to put down, (or stop listening to, if you opt to experience it as an audiobook) but it is also easily digestible … [Read more...] about Interview with Female Horror Author Kat Howard
Indie Horror
The Rougarou: A Fictional Story About Louisiana Folklore
Houma, Louisiana, July, 1985 Tara Stillman shouldered her black Guess purse, closed the door to her brown Pinto, and bent down to the side mirror to check her make up. She stood up, tucked her straight blonde hair behind her ears, and walked around the front of the car. Tara was a junior at Ellender Memorial, and she scored a baby-sitting job with the Miller’s this past … [Read more...] about The Rougarou: A Fictional Story About Louisiana Folklore
The Paranormal Journal of Ezekiel Kincaid Entry 3: Brandon
I had just settled down for the night with a good book and a bottle of whiskey. The paperback I was reading was from 1987--C. Dean Anderson’s Torture Tomb. The cover had appealed to me so I snatched it up at a thrift store. I nestled into my recliner, flipped it open to the beginning, and started reading. Then there was a knock on my door. “Unbelievable. Every … [Read more...] about The Paranormal Journal of Ezekiel Kincaid Entry 3: Brandon
The Paranormal Journal of Ezekiel Kincaid Entry 4: Rachel’s Circle
I’ve learned not to question when the dead come to me. Now, I welcome them and listen totheir tales. One such visitor was a young girl named Rachel. She wouldn’t tell me her last name, but shedid tell me what happened to her.“Mr. Kincaid.”I was taken out of my world of writing by a soft, sweet voice.“Yes,” I was sitting on my bed with my computer in my lap. I glanced away from … [Read more...] about The Paranormal Journal of Ezekiel Kincaid Entry 4: Rachel’s Circle
The 12 A.M. To Nowhere
This must be the hundredth time I have woken up on this damn subway covered in blood and body parts. If I have to spit one more ear lobe out my mouth again, I swear I am going to shit a brick. Nothing changes. It is the same thing over and over. There’s the red head over there draped across the seat. One of her green eyes is dangling out of the socket and her legs are … [Read more...] about The 12 A.M. To Nowhere