Quotable Poe Week Two-Donna Mathews

“There is a room, down a dark hall, locked and guarded. Inside reside the scariest of monsters.” Her eyes wide, “What kind of monsters?” “Hmmm… how to say it…they’re more apparition. You don’t always see them as much as feel their chilly fingers on your neck.” The girl shuddering but continuing, “Take me there; I want to…

A Typical Day in the House of Henry-Kindra M. Austin

Every morning, she’d find Henry in his blue plaid pajamas, sitting at the dining table with a newspaper and half a cup of too-sweet, pale coffee. Good Henry. Since his wife had taken ill, he always made sure to keep quiet while she slept in; and he no longer bothered her for his soft scrambled…

Dead Dolly-Susan Shuman

Until the day I die, I’ll never forget them glassy, unblinking eyes. You know, I’d made that gris-gris—what you all call a Voodoo Doll— myself.  Mawmaw taught me how when I was a kid back in Bayou Lafourche.  She said that since we were direct descendants of Marie Laveau, it was our legacy.  My mama died giving birth to me, so Mamaw was…