It happened once on a stormy eve,When thunder rolled and winds would weave.A man drove slow through pounding rain,The radio hissed a ghostly refrain. His headlights sliced through mist and gray,A lonely road, no sign, no way.Till by the shoulder,…
The dark tale, a haunting feat,Unfolds within a quiet street.A camera placed to watch the night,To guard the home till morning light. A couple new, with dreams and peace,Had bought this house for sweet release.But soon strange noises filled the…
Back in twenty-fourteen’s July,An old gray ship was left to die.A frigate tired, its battles done,Decommissioned, stripped by everyone. To break it down, they drained the dock,The ship stood high on wooden block.No water near, no waves in sight,Just steel…
In Hong Kong’s heart one winter night,’84 — the streets alight.A young man walked with love so true,Ha Ron beside his Jen Yu. They’d dined, they’d laughed, their hearts in sync,The city’s glow began to blink.Across the courtyard, calm and…
Sometimes truth outshines fiction’s light,And twists our fate in ways so bright.This tale begins in thirty-four,Where fate would open a fateful door. Captain Falby, proud and keen,A cop in El Paso, brave and clean.Upon his bike he chased that day,A…
On a Sunday warm in Lafayette,The church bells quiet, the hour set,A father, Bruce, sank in his chair,While peace hung soft upon the air. His little son, just two years old,With hair like sunlight, bright and bold,Slammed his toy plane…
One warm bright eve in seventy-four,In Old Westbury near New York’s shore,A doctor named Julian Kirchick sat,Beside his pool, relaxed and flat. A surgeon by day, with a life so wide,Four children, a wife always near his side.But this rare…
On a cold December evening, in nineteen eighty-four,Sixteen-year-old John Boulware stepped outside his door.His friends pulled up in a Jeep, their spirits running high,Rain fell from the heavens, clouds covered the sky. They laughed and they sang as the wipers…
On a cold January afternoon, the year was nineteen-oh-nine,Reverend John Carmichael left, his heart and suit divine.He kissed his wife, his children too, and stepped into the chill,His cloak wrapped tight, his mind set firm, to preach the holy will.…
Around midday in York, PA,On March 31st, a springtime day,Sat John Schmeer with his friends so tight,At Hooters, their clubhouse, their shared delight. Retired eye doc, his future secure,His buddies were wealthy, successful for sure.They laughed and they joked in…