I had the chance to investigate a haunted house with my reporter’s hat on during a dark rainstorm in late October. A local newspaper story came out of it – but so too did a tale of horror. That fiction story was published this week by a fine publication called The Molotov Cocktail.
The inspiration truly came from wondering what it would be like to simply be stuck at home for all eternity, with rubbernecking mortals coming through your door and running their dirty fingers over your china. It also marks the first story in years I published with a female protagonist.