The mind is always loud. Especially for people like us. We who think of the most unorthodox, who wonder about the strangest occurrences, and who always try to explain the unfathomable. My mind is loud and cloudy. It buzzes like a broken radio at 2 in the morning, subtle noises keeping you company and ruining […]


Some stories I would not share, because I knew they would terrify you. Some tales were better off buried six feet under, where they could never hurt you. Where they would stay there, unmoved, hopefully dead. But some would rise back up from the dead, blasting out the dirt and mud, climbing up in rotten…