A couple goes on a picnic in the woods but they aren’t alone…

Sometimes, evil doing must be repaid in kind.

A weekend in the woods was supposed to be romantic but it ended up being so much more.

The loudly complaining wood branches contorted into a door more jagged than the others.  Dead looking twigs jutted out from its frame while the glassless window formed in the middle of it.

She turned back and realized that mirror was the only one reflecting the strange red door. Surely, the door would be reflected in more than just one mirror, she thought.

“I'm sure you must have quite the headache.” she said. “Drink this.” She held a cup to Dustin's lips. He turned his head away to deny the strange smelling liquid. “I can make you drink it, you know. But that will only add to your pain.” she said.

A collection of spooky, slightly creepy, poems to read on your back porch in the evening sunset.

“Hurry up.” Sandy whispered. “She's clawing through the door.”

She was taken to a house she didn't recognize and shown to a small room in the attic where she had one window with an eerie view of the dead tree. She stared at its leaves moving in the breeze and the worn spots on its branches where the ropes were always placed for a hanging.

“Get away from that!” Jason yelled as he lunged for his son.

“But it's hungry.” Dennis said.

“What's hungry?” Jason asked as he pulled the hatchet from Dennis's hand.

“The tree.” Dennis answered.

Her eyes turned black with hatred. Tears of blood stained her face and anointed the evil birthed in her from this unjust tragedy.

Noah's light snapped back up when he heard a twig snap somewhere to their right, just out of sight. As both men scanned the darkened trees, Ben's light stopped moving…

“I'm scared. And I feel dark. Sad. Angry.” His voice deepened as he spoke each word and I knew it was too late for him. I mumbled something about him staying while I fetched help as I backed away from him.

Kids in this neighborhood have learned to respect the old run down house on their street. The curse is well-known. But two curious girls venture too close and learn the true meaning of the strange curse.

As they stepped onto the damp path, the smell of stagnant water weighed the air down like a wet blanket. Every breath felt heavy and forced.

Fairy Rings are best left alone. The Fae are vengeful, indeed, and do not like to be disturbed.

Christy and her family are touring castles while on vacation and have found a particularly beautiful one. But this castle has a secret.

Santa Claus is coming……to town.

Don’t stray from the path….

A little black kitten sat, lonely and sad. No one would love her. They thought she was bad.