The wind off Lake Michigan has teeth. It doesn’t just blow; it cuts. It finds every rip in your clothing, every thin spot…
A man with a clipboard and a tight smile was sweeping the entrance with his eyes. He hadn’t seen me. Not yet. I…
My gaze was fixed forward, locked on the gray plastic tub waiting for my shoes. But I wasn’t seeing it. I was seeing…
The crowd didn’t understand. They saw ten men, different ages, different races, dressed in civilian clothes—polos, jeans, button-downs. But I saw them. I…
I’ve never believed in ghosts. But the dead don’t need to walk to haunt you. They just wait. They wait in the smell…
I just wanted peace. That’s all. A few minutes where the world wasn’t screaming at me, where the ghosts in my head would…
I saw the shift. The panic in Marcus Thorne’s eyes didn’t just vanish. It solidified. It turned from a hot, frantic fear into…
I forced my eyes open, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs, a terrible counter-beat to the drone of the airplane’s…
His voice was quiet, but it cut through the damp air like a scalpel. “Let me try.” I froze. Every instinct screamed. Get…