The Wrong Writer

Peaceful photos from a peaceful walk, on the Story Walk Trail in Rathdrum, ID. Oh, and it’s guarded by Bigfoot.

I know the temptation is great. But really, take a moment to figure out better hiding places. It makes the holidays that much easier.

Personally I like to open a window, sit by it with some tea, and enjoy the screams.

Made you notice! Now you’ll be noticing things all day long.

“My name is Serwell. I’m the last of us left. She took the others.”

A chilling story to read tonight, after the trick-or-treaters leave, while the wind still whispers.
A terrifying mystery in the ancient Samhain spirit. Can you discover the truth in a legendary lie?

Find out by reading, “She Fed on Us All”. Written by me, the Wrong Writer. Link to full story in bio (no signup needed, but a follow would be nice!).

You’ll never look at a circus tent the same way again...
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My hands trembled as I dared to post this. Save your innards if you can!
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One cannot even fathom the depths of this terror.

Be honest. Your sphincter clenched when you read that, didn’t it?

Chilling, isn’t it? And that’s not just the graveyard air...

Spine-tingling mini-stories for you this October! Will you survive the crawling, foul-odored depths of true horror?