Inspired by The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman ~ What if the house was never haunted? What if, all along, it was merely the...

~ Ghost Writer cries. But you can't hear her. Sometimes, she can't even hear herself. Or, at least, she chooses not to; she chooses to...

~ The night breathes down the back of my neck in tendrils of air that smell of Mexican cigars and something like copper (something like...