Series: Fifteen years ago, my mother vanished during a land dispute, and everyone told me she died in the freezing waters of Mist Creek.

The heavy oak doors of Pryor & Kincaid Restorations closed with a soft thud behind Marcus Pryor. It was late Friday night. No fanfare, no [more…]

Saturday morning, the air was still, heavy. The freezing rain had stopped, leaving behind only a damp chill. The supernatural cold that had haunted Oakhaven [more…]

The following Sunday morning, light filtered weakly through the kitchen window of Oakhaven Manor. The house was completely unremarkable. Quiet. No supernatural chills. No grandfather [more…]