Carl W. Bosch

“Mister Chester?” The small voice called from just beyond the fiercely trimmed hedge. “Yes, Dani?” The man called back. She was Danielle,...

The scratch-off lottery ticket burned in her hand. Marina stared at the cardboard rectangle as if it might speak to her. She felt like it...

Both detectives huddled just outside the interview room. Whispers tossed back and forth, some with expletives, some without. “I can’t...

“And how exactly did you get here?” Dr. Mowry asked, his voice a slow cross between modulated bass and a poorly hinged door. “Do you have...

“This is my last recording. The transcript is being printed as I speak. If anyone finds this it will be amazing since I don’t think there...

Searching the sand for sea glass. That’s what Jacob did, day after day. Walking along the high tide mark he always enjoyed checking out...

October has crept slowly back onto our calendar. With the season, I am back creating horror tales, 10 or more, written strictly now. In...

Last story of 2022. The last one will always have to be about Halloween. We check in on a recurring character from 2020. (Read Mr....

Abilio, nicknamed “O”, a staff member on the cruise ship, discovered the severed foot in the pool. The Amelia Rodrigues, a beautiful new...

This serial killer is so obvious, Preston thought. So typical. A stereotype. The black clothes, face mask, gloves. The thick piano...