This creepy stalker story starts with a guitar pick in a sandwich bag. Someone left it in my mailbox with a label on it saying exactly when and where I’d dropped it. I hadn’t even noticed it was gone. My students like the best spooky stories at band camp. I’ve never told them this one. … Read more
My dog figured out there was someone hiding in my house about three weeks before I did. I just kept explaining her away, along with the socks, the towel, and the dryer that was warm every time I opened it. I’m a high school band director, which means from August to November I basically live … Read more
This home intruder story starts with a bowl of candy I left on my porch on Halloween night. By morning somebody had filled it back up, and my doorbell camera swore nobody had walked up to my door. I work twelve-hour nights as a respiratory therapist, which means I miss most holidays, and Halloween is … Read more