Val is one scary gal. Or so sayeth the poets who don't know it, those self-unaware rhymers who tremble at their own shadow.
Yep. Val is the dark at the top of the stairs. The blank-masked, coverall-wearing Michael Myers. Carrie White a bit perturbed that prom didn't go her way. Hannibal Lecter looking for a main course to accompany his fava beans and nice Chianti. Jason Voorhees surging to the surface beside your canoe in the middle of the lake. REDRUM written on a bathroom mirror. A little boy named Damien with a birthmark that resembles a trio of sixes. A low, dull, quick sound beneath the floorboards. Some visitor tapping at your chamber door...only this and nothing more.
Last night, I received word that my story, "Things That Go Bump in the Gym," was selected for Rocking Horse Publishing's upcoming anthology, Spirits of St. Louis: Missouri Ghost Stories, due out October 15th.
A big thanks to blog buddy Donna for the link to this call-out.