On a cold Texas morning in eighteen-eighty-one,Through the woods of Hill County where the wild rivers run,A search party wandered through brush thick and deep,Looking for George Arnold, gone two days without sleep. Sunday had passed, and his family had…
At 4:45, in ’95,as rain drummed hard on factory tin,old Eric Tollett stayed inside,with Leslie near, the storm shut in. The workers home, the rooms were still,just thunder stalking overhead.His brother Donald, age of sixty,played with Leslie’s boy instead. But…
Upon the calm New Zealand sea,bold Diana Stewart raised her lens.A trip for birds, for whales, for light—with fellow nature-loving friends. The boat was steady, morning bright,the waves were soft, the pictures grand…until she saw an immense shaperise from the…
In Russia’s cold and distant town,Yevgeny stepped outside one day.No luggage packed, no plan declared—just walked, then drove, then rode away. A thousand miles to St. Petersburg,he traveled silent, blank, and pale.Two days he sat without a thought,as though his…
In eighteen eighty-nine, one morn so clear,At Johns Hopkins Hospital, surgeons drew near.Dr. William Halsted, skilled and wise,With nurse Caroline by his side — his prize. She stood by the sinks, her hands in pain,Scrubbing and scalding again and again.Hot…
In spring of nineteen forty-five,A fragile girl was half alive.In Velp she lay, too weak to stand,A shadowed world, a starving land. Her name was Edda — pale and frail,Her cheeks were sunken, ghostly pale.At fifteen years, so close to…
In springtime’s bloom of ’86,A dream was born through fate’s small tricks.A boy named Will walked campus ground,At Missouri U, where hope was found. A journalist he meant to be,But felt no fire, no energy.For Hollywood — his heart would…
For tonight we’ve a tale where the daylight dies.From Where Nightmares Live, our book newly born,Comes a ghostly old legend, of sorrow and scorn. Now Thomas Milwood, a bricklayer proud,Sat in a pub midst a rowdy crowd.But this cold night…
A salesman tired, his eyes half-dead,Checked in one night, then went to bed.A budget inn, room number nine,Flickering bulbs, a faulty sign. He tossed his bags, the floorboards creaked,The air was still, the hallway leaked.He brushed his teeth, looked up…
A gentle home, so calm, so neat,A nursery soft with pastel sheet.A baby sleeping, calm and deep,While parents watched through screens and sleep. They’d set a monitor by his bed,To hear his breaths, each coo, each thread.At midnight’s peak, when…