I have come to tell my stories
I wasn't planning on writing today. I was taking it easy on the sofa with a Netflix film on pause, a half-finished pizza and chicken-wing bones on a plate beside me, while surfing the cesspool of social media and bracing for the incoming violent typhoon (another story brewing in my mind); then a scary story… Continue reading Margaret Hill
When I was a kid, one of my aunts told me this story, which they experienced when she was younger. She was not the type who liked telling scary stories and making things up and I think that’s what made it scary for me. I weaved some fiction in it to make the story more… Continue reading A Provincial Tale
Just this morning, I felt like writing a short horror story since Halloween is near. Stephen King and Shirley Jackson are two writers of horror that I admired while growing up. When I read Shirley Jackson’s “The Lottery” in high school, I was so disturbed that I kept thinking about it for days. I always… Continue reading The Tenant Upstairs
