The Feed

Every night at 3:17 a.m., Mark heard the knock—three sharp raps on the attic door. He never checked. He told himself it was the house...

The sky was the color of dead television static, a thick, pulsing gray that had loomed over the city for as long as anyone could...

In yonder lane where ivies creep, And winter winds through rafters weep, There dwelt a maid of tender grace, With hollow cheek and...

The tide moved gently against the shore as Lark MacKenna approached the water's edge. Dunmore, an old fishing town, had rumors of unusual...

Prologue The house on Ridgewood Drive was never truly empty. It watched. It listened. It remembered. For years, it had stood in silence,...

Sara stood at the edge of the gravel path, her suitcase weighing heavy in her hand. The road before her twisted and turned out of sight,...

The man they called The Orange Man  rose to power. He wasn’t a conqueror in the traditional sense—there were no armies at his back, no...

Mama Pajama always said nothing good happened after sundown, but that didn’t stop me and Rosie, the self-proclaimed "Queen of Corona,"...

Where gray waves heaved like restless beasts and the sky hung low with bruised clouds, a forgotten music hall crouched at the edge of the...