She heard the boy on three separate occasions. A faint giggle, a question, and a statement. In that order. She thought he may have said, “Come look, Mommy.” It was…
A sharp, December wind bit at the skin of Detective Sergeant Muldoon as he stood over the corpse. Not a stitch of clothing and a clean bullet hole in the…
It was on a Tuesday when Sam was sitting in the small clearing on his daily walk that he found the creature. Sam took his walks every morning after studying…
