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

Reaching through the shattered window, she found the door handle and carefully opened the door. The sweet odor of mildew and rot assailed her nostrils, but she waved it off and continued inside.

— Memories of a Ghost, chapter 33