The House by crystalwizard

The House crystalwizard “I hear tell that there’s treasure hid in that old house. Gold, I heard.” Mac paused with his beer half-way to his lips and shot a sideways glance at the short, fat stranger dressed in a black velvet shirt, and grungy…

House of the Rising Sun by John C. Mannone

House of the Rising Sun John C. Mannone The shot glass shatters in his hand as he slams it on the bar. His callous hand doesn’t stop the blood. And the bartender says something wrong. The drunk says he’s not a sociopath, just a…