My Rating Until We Meet Again… The evening breeze flowed up from the surf below, swirling through the remnants of the Irish castle walls which fell in some forgotten battle. High above on the parapet a young woman stares out to the ocean horizon. It had been a month since Gerald’s ship went down with
My Rating “Ding Dong The Witch Is Dead!” There was one young woman in the township of Salem whom every eligible bachelor seemed determined to avoid. Henrietta Hanks was a lass saddled with a terribly sour disposition, and her rather plain appearance did little to improve her prospects. What man would ever fall in love
My Rating “Brainfever…” Myrna Clawson awoke screaming from the nightmare once again. It was the same as last time. It was always the same. Her mother rushed to the bedside while Mr. Clawson hurried downstairs to telephone the doctor. An hour later, Myrna’s parents find themselves locked in an agitated debate over the diagnosis. Brainfever?
My Rating “Richard…” Terese had heard stories about the miracles performed at 128 Brower Street in the Irish section of London, but she never considered visiting Madame Toulrose until Michael died. Now, desperate for closure with her one true love, Terese travels through a maze of cobblestone streets to attend a séance scheduled thirty minutes
My Rating “Eternal Teacher…” Ken Dupke arrived by carriage that night at the request of his new employer. It was an odd arrangement, Ken thought to himself. The journey across the moors beneath a quarter moon made the experience even more somber. It felt like a scene ripped from one of those old penny dreadfuls
