“Shawn slowly climbed the old wooden stairs, listening to the low creak that sounded from his footsteps. He hoped the wood wouldn’t collapse beneath him. But the stairs held strong and a moment later he joined his friend in the… — Joe DeRouen Copy Share Image
“He’d need the woman’s help to set things right; he just didn’t like having to wake the dead.” — Joe DeRouen Copy Share Image
“She stared at her face in the mirror, feeling everything around her slipping away. The face stared back, and she wondered who was looking… — Joe DeRouen Copy Share Image
“Finally, mercifully, the spasms subsided, as the old man’s head lolled back, his mouth hanging open, taking in deep, ragged breaths of stale, recirculated… — Joe DeRouen Copy Share Image
“Wow," he said after their lips parted. Her taste still haunted his mouth, and the smell of her perfume lingered in his nostrils. "I… — Joe DeRouen Copy Share Image
“Shawn slowly climbed the old wooden stairs, listening to the low creak that sounded from his footsteps. He hoped the wood wouldn’t collapse beneath… — Joe DeRouen Copy Share Image
“Thinking about such things soothed the creature as it dug at the base of a tall oak tree, deep into the ground, covering itself… — Joe DeRouen Copy Share Image
“She stared at the phone, feeling guilty. She finally slid across the overstuffed Pleather couch and away from watching old episodes of The Twilight… — Joe DeRouen Copy Share Image
“Fred Ruskin barreled through the rain down Buchanan Street in his battered Pacer, the jar his dead wife had directed him to retrieve from… — Joe DeRouen Copy Share Image
“Where moments before the bright morning sun flickered through the branches of the huge oak trees surrounding the property, every-thing in a ten yard… — Joe DeRouen Copy Share Image
“Why didn't you escape?" "Because," she panted, releasing the boy's arm, "no one tells me what to do, not even you. And besides, if… — Joe DeRouen Copy Share Image
“She suddenly felt herself gasping for air, as if she’d momentarily forgotten how to breathe. She rocked back in her chair and nearly fell… — Joe DeRouen Copy Share Image
“Shawn shrugged. "Who knows? None of us ever knew much about good old great-great uncle Charles. Or should that be great old good-good uncle… — Joe DeRouen Copy Share Image
