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

Moss Ridge Cemetery, the place where most of his family, and presumably his grandfather Paul, were buried, was less than a mile from where he stood. Almost before he thought about it, he began walking north along the sidewalk, parallel with Country Road, toward the cemetery.

— A Pattern of Shadows, chapter 9