I wrote a short story about a haunted lake. Read it here.
It didn’t have a name. It was bad luck to talk about it. When they did whisper around the subject, the inhabitants of Nowhere, Texas called it the haunted lake. It was on the outskirts of their growing city.
I wrote my first short story of 2017, it’s about a haunted house. Read it here.
On a desk in a compound in the basement of an unassuming building, a telephone chirps madly. A woman, wearing the years on her face like a tree wears bark, extinguishes a cigarette and answers.
“Yeah. This is Val.”
