Ghost Story

  • Cry Baby Bridge

    “Bernadette turned. Tiny handprints fogged the glass —six, maybe seven of them. And just beyond, in the red glow of the taillights, something crouched low to the ground. Pale. Watching. ‘Damian,’ she whispered, ‘there’s a man in the woods…’ But when she turned back— he was gone.”

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  • Where the Cicadas Sing

    By Amir H. Remington, Georgia – Summer, 2000 Mykel pressed his forehead against the window of his dad’s Nissan Sentra, watching trees blur past like green smudges on watercolor paper. Somewhere between the last broadcast of DJ Foxy 109 and the next gas station, they had officially crossed into nowhere. His Game Boy Color had…

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