When I wake up, a pounding headache throbs in my head. Than all of a sudden, I remember everything. The drinking, the car crash. Realization hits me. I’m dead. I look around me for the first time, taking in my …

This morning wasn’t the first I had woken up with scratches on my body.  I noticed that my abrasions also appear after a violent nightmare. But it wasn’t a nightmare of horror, helplessness or sorrow. I still felt powerful, even …

A long winding stretch of black asphalt weaves in and out of view through dense shrubbery. Amber leaves glided gently across route 25, faintly reflecting the last rays of the setting sun. Breaking into the sounds of nature, a rusty …

Amid the stormy night, 3-Toad Diner’s blue neon sign glowed as a beacon, attempting to safely guide some lone, desperate ship ashore. I was that ship, Evan Fletcher–was being the operative word. You’ll probably discover that I’m dead now, after …

I hear… moaning. I hear… a pained and agonized groaning. But how? I’m under water! Aren’t I? Yes… I’m somewhere in the cold depths of a black, muddy lake… No, I’m rising… I’m racing to the surface. Wait, it isn’t …

This night was like any other night, yet different from all the others. I cracked open a cold malt beverage, fell back in my desk chair and proceeded to call my friend Blue, who was also my assistant writer. This …

Diagnosis: Fear “Dr. Anton Strah M.D. August 12th, 2011, 8:46 am. Patient #34, Mrs. Johnson, will arrive shortly for her appointment. This will be our 9th session.”