I have a story in an amazing new anthology—House of Haunts! In 1823, Josiah Hale built his family a grand home in the sultry heat and blinding glare of the Deep South.It wasn’t long before the shadows crept in. Now, two hundred years later, this grand home […]
From Joe's writing

If Farris wasn’t already dead, he would have wanted to die, and if he still had skin, it would have turned a deep shade of red. As it was, all he wanted was a voice. He longed to tell Sabrina how proud he was of her for standing up for him when it mattered the most, and not letting Susie get away with her crime.

— Memories of a Ghost, chapter 13