Tag Archives: The Phantom

Lights Out and Spirits Wild

He has allies on the other side of the fence; I know he does, even despite his oaths (or perhaps they are the ones who helped him to make those pacts), but the darkness still creeps in as he speaks, drawn to the cold flame of his voice just as it seemed to loom that […]

Spirit Moon Nightmares

I admit, he frightens me (almost as much as the insects–especially the enormous slugs and pincher-bugs–that prevented me from cleaning up my ritual mess in the garden last night, out of sheer and absolutely inexplicable terror). He has been laughing at me for a while now; his creepy crazed cackling has served as a challenge. […]