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

The next thing Farris knew, he was standing beside a weeping Sabrina, watching helplessly as Blackford kicked him repeatedly in the ribs. He swung a fist at the boy’s chin but spun through him, tumbling through to the other side. His mouth fell open as he stared down at himself.

— Memories of a Ghost, chapter 9