Two sentence horror about grandchildren.

A revenant out for blood.

You know what I like? Art.

Get a special gift for that someone special in your life. Two sentence horror.

One quick stop in a small town might be your last.

It's an odd thing to move to a different landscape. Moving within a local area, you get pretty much the same, just slightly different views. Moving from Colorado to the Arizona desert, though, everything is different.

Storm chasers really are crazy. Two sentence horror.

A spooky story from Chicago that may seem like an urban legend—until you dig deeper.

Moving 900 miles (1,400 km) sounds pretty straightforward, right? You just box up your stuff, hop in a vehicle, and make the drive.

Amazon's Alexa sure is getting advanced.

A woman who created her own movement in Gothic that still continues today.

I'm probably driving or last-minute packing when this goes out.

Everyone has their own secret ingredient.

A local legend from Karnataka, India, that you don't want to encounter in the dark—or at all.

One week to go, and I'll officially be a desert dweller. I can't wait to get to the new place, get settled in, and get back to editing the novel.

Isn't it great to gaze back on your accomplishments? More experiments in two-sentence horror.

A woman you'll wish to never, ever encounter.

Really, I can't wait.

I'm on a two-sentence horror kick.

The world's first creepypasta.

I like to move quickly. Not just with actual, physical moves, but with many things in life.

Sometimes, wishes really do come true. More fun with two-sentence horror.

Wisconsin's most famous ghost, and one of the only ghosts to have ever killed the living.

Selling a house takes time, energy, and hard work. My spouse and I have been at it for three weeks straight. It's like having another full-time and part-time job on top of regular work.

It's nice to get out for a date night every once in a while. More fun with two-sentence horror.