original fiction by Natalia Lincoln  •  “Tadpole banged through the back yard and up wooden bungalow stairs, past the screen door. ‘Mama! Mama, there’s a haint under the Killing Tree!’”

original fiction by Richard Parks  •  “I suppose you could just say that I’m a tomb wight and let it go at that. But what is that? Wight simply means ‘creature,’ so that doesn’t really help much, does it? It’s not like saying ‘ogre’ or …

original fiction by Darrell Schweitzer  •  “She was waiting for him, tall and slender in her dusty shroud. He knew her even before she spoke, before the caked dirt on her face cracked and fell away like a poorly wrought mask.”