My Rating “The Witches of the Western Wood – Part 04” Killing becomes natural when performed out of love. For the good sister, her reputation Sarah sought to end. Old Theodore’s head was found pooled in blood, A patient lost, yet Mary remained his faithful friend. A crow soon flies o’er Sleepy Hollow on the
My Rating “The Witches of the Western Wood – Part 03” A fox, caring but wild, turned devil by a drop of blood.Unknowing lies its master, deep in sleep, her dreams like flowers yet to bud.Beastly eyes now burn with fire, sharp teeth lunge for throat so white.No friend remains within the beast—only murder in
My Rating “The Witches of the Western Wood” In Hell, Sarah Archer pleads for her very soul,Life, from the beginning, unfair—so everyone she told.Yet her sister Mary, the light, the good, a righteous path attained,While Sarah could never regain the promise she had sold. Her confession, long and true,Of womanhood in Sleepy Hollow—and the man
My Rating “The Dreamer” Contessa Octavia sat enjoying the morning view from her castle window. The beauty of the land was like no other in that part of the country. Has Mother Nature shown favor to the woman with so many gifts? That question would have to wait. A gunshot suddenly rang out from the
My Rating “Return To Sleepy Hollow – Part 05” The founders of Sleepy Hollow made a deal with something much older than their Christian God. After the Dutch had settled the region, they soon found the land unfarmable. Something had soured the earth as the colony began to thrive. Desperate, Fillipus and Gesina Van Tassel
My Rating “Yours Truly, Jack The Ripper!” Greenwich Village, on the corner of 4th and MacDougal, a crowd has gathered to watch as police officers cordon off the scene of an apparent homicide. A young redheaded woman has become the fourth victim this month. As the ambulance crew prepares to remove the body, two men
My Rating “Dig Me No Grave!” Dan Kirowan fled the decrepit mansion of his friend John Grimlan as the old man lay dying from some unknown illness. The sight of the moribund man did not unnerve Dan as much as the words escaping from his demented lips. It was a strange chant, calling forth a
My Rating “Bog Beast” The monster had crawled from the dark ooze filling the La Brea Tar Pits, searching for knowledge of the surface world above him. His kind had tunneled deep into the earth during the last ice age, but their elders grew weary in the dark places not meant for the living. In
My Rating “The Room Of Madness!” The rug had survived the centuries, passed from one hand to another, all in an epic journey of evil. When business mogul Aldous Benton learned about the Tabriz Rose from his Manhattan art dealer, no price would be too high. Just thinking about the history of that Persian rug
