“…their hands had long skinny fingers like pine needles.” (bonus short story)

ghosts in the burbs

I know I said I wouldn’t be back with a new story until next week, but I need some distraction and I’m guessing that all of you do too. I desperately need to shut my brain off from real world horror, to escape – from the news, from my children (I apologize in advance if you hear them in the distant background of this recording…), from Chris loud talking to clients into his earbuds, from the dwindling package of Twinkies calling to me from the basement, from the four elderly dogs who awake from every nap disoriented and thinking it’s time for their next meal, from the obsessive thoughts of what’s to come…

And so I’ve done what I always do when I need to escape. I’ve found a delightfully spooky little story and I’d love to share it with you.

I spent hours upon hours in the woods as…

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