The man on the roan mare was a Texas Ranger; his name, Robert Kirby. He weaved through entanglements of riparian vegetation beneath a cobalt sky. Passing under Cedar Elm and Hackberry, reins held lightly in his hand, he steered his …

Rex Mosley peered through the reinforced window at the object within containment room C. Every night at this time, he paused in his janitorial duties for a coffee break. As usual, all was silent in the basement of Alternative Technologies …

As it is written on stone, paper or any other tablet: souls of the guilty, damned or merely lost are condemned to suffer the wrath of the one fallen angel.  To suffer through the hellfire for the rest of eternity.  …

He stared at his creation.  It was squirming and kicking, trying to scream but it lacked the ability to do so.  It was mute.  Its skin was pale white, blue veins clearly visible: like blue ink under a sheet of …

In the middle of the Umatilla National Forest of Oregon and Washington, more specifically the Wenaha-Tucannon Wilderness; an occurrence took place that not many will forget, and it will be marked as an occasion that will change the total point …

My name is Thomas Croft and I never believed in Ghosts. You see, I used to be one.  This is the story of how I came to know that Ghosts are real.  While standing at the bar of my local …

They’re getting closer. So close. God knows I left them enough clues. My name is Frank Morgan, thirty five, and you’ll only ever have known me as The Child Catcher. It’s a strangely apt name, suitable for the likes of …