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 corpse moved slowly and her husband, broken arm hanging limp from his shoulder, seemed to be keeping pace with it. That would give them a few extra seconds, maybe enough time to hotwire the car. If only she’d thought to grab the keys on their way out.

— Memories of a Ghost, chapter 34