“Penny?” I muttered. “Did you knock something off a table?” But the little cat was not on the foot of my bed. As I listened, heart pounding, it came again—a metallic clang like metal striking metal. Afraid to move and afraid not to move, I swung my feet off the bed and crept […]
Oct 6, 2022
A Clue in the Wallpaper?
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Sleep was hard to come by that night. My dreams were riddled with ghosts and scraps of paper which kept floating just beyond my grasp. When a tumble-down house fell in on me, I awoke, my heart pounding. I’d had enough. Stumbling downstairs, I aimed my feet toward the kitchen. The nightmares were one […]
Oct 3, 2022
Rain, Where Are You?
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Parts of our country have a lot of rain, more than they need, floods; in my part of the country, we are parched and need rain desperately. I like to read or write when rain falls; I also like to write about rain, and I do–a lot. Here are excerpts from The Cemetery Club, Grave […]
Sep 30, 2022
Beneath the Moonlight
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The second of Ned McNeil’s moonlight mysteries, By the Fright of the Silvery Moon, inspired this poem. What Lay Beneath the Moonlight An ancient church, deserted now, lay in a silv’ry light, Keeping watch o’er those who slept throughout the silent night. Did shadows move among the stones, was evil lurking near? Or was it […]
Sep 20, 2022
Secret of Singing Pines
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This is an excerpt from the fifth book in the Ned McNeil series, The Secret of Singing Pines. It is a work in progress. The fourth one, Murder By Moonlight is on Amazon. Have you read it? Strange house, strange bed—it was no wonder I had a tough time falling asleep that night. Of […]
Sep 17, 2022
Time and Again
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An old man once lived there, in the small house, years, generations, decades ago. The chimney is left standing and a few walls cling to each other, as if in comfort in this wilderness of bushes, weeds, vines, rose bushes, and oak trees. He was not a hospitable man. He kept to himself, except […]
