These images are from a photo shoot I did awhile back at Missouri State Penitentiary reflecting on how places are imbued with the spirits of those...
A rising sun peers over the horizon, as carved into a memento mori period gravestone in Salem, MA (USA), now featuring the following text: We are...
I was in a convenience mart when it began, standing at a pastry case looking at the donuts, trying to decide whether I wanted a cake...
A card and gifts for you here on Haunted MTL… It’s Christmas at Ground Zero by Weird Al Yankovic Everywhere the atom bombs are dropping /...
“Alright, Jenny. Are you ready for your Christmas present?” Mom asked. “Yes, yes I’m ready!” Jenny cried, jumping up and down in place. “You’ve got to...
If the video doesn’t load you can find it here. https://youtu.be/_zN-QpgBXC0 I hate the song Baby It’s Cold Outside… so I reworked the lyrics. Now it’s...
After an unusually stressful year, parents across the nation are eagerly anticipating the arrival of Krampus, the supernatural being of Alpine lore who arrives at Christmastime...
He coughed again and the woman in front of him turned around again, like clockwork, face pinched but empty. She never said anything, but her eyes...
Billy placed the red plate of sparking sugar crystal covered cookies at Santa’s feet. The aroma of freshly baked cinnamon and cloves almost covered up the...
The juniper tree outside my house is a fan favorite amongst the birds, despite December being a historically unkind wintry month. Avalanches of snow fall from...
The night the snowstorm hit was the fifth day that ten-year-old William Feldson had been tortured by a sinister yard decoration. Outside was the blow mold...
“Seriously, you’re an arsehole,” Kate cuts in behind me, watching me with Subject 205. “No, no!” I exclaim, half-disappointed that she didn’t congratulate me on my...
“BENT” by Ariadne Blayde Kate gazed out the window as they rattled away from the town square of Cluj-Napoca, the unofficial capital of Transylvania, in Andrei’s...
It could have been a setup for a joke, “A Pollack, a Mexican, and a Frenchie walk into a bar…” but we didn’t walk into a...
There is a faint ringing of bells in the distance. I’m sitting here staring blindly ahead. Pay no attention to the agents in the black suits...
Ed waited eagerly like a dog at the door as he watched the delivery driver struggle with the large package on his driveway, slipping briefly on...
Dawn hid a yawn behind her hand, watching the mass of children clustered in the cafeteria. It was the last day of school before Christmas break....
“Victim #2: The Dickhead” by J.M. Brannyk Morgana woke up first and already showered, smelling like soap and desperation, when she roughly shook me awake. In the darkness,...
“Check The Children” by J.M. Brannyk In the still night, he watches his steps. Balancing his weight from one side to the other, he moves slowly,...
Pauline had been eager to have Donna over for a private party to get to know her better and celebrate the holidays. They had been flirting...