A Small Dull Thing by Chris Cerone

A Small Dull Thing Chris Cerone If he stuffed them in his pockets, The House couldn’t tell whether or not Jack had eaten his green beans and would release him to play. And so that was exactly what Jack did. The House would catch…

Real-Estate by Lori R. Lopez

Real-Estate Lori R. Lopez The Handyman arrived in a snorting hiccupping Pick-Up. He consulted a small notepad page containing scribbles. The job posting listed this address. It must be the place. A For Sale Sign leaned at an angle          …

Grim House by Lori R. Lopez

Grim House Lori R. Lopez Sordid and austere, ill-wrought beyond compare, A creaking morbid mass feared and loathed by name — Grayer than the sky, a mood of withering glare, Uprooted from her soil, on barge and wheels came. Of timbers born afar in…

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…