Day 21
The bartender at The Witches' Brew had told George Lutz that he had seen a small room painted red in the basement of their three story Dutch Colonial one night when he had been playing bartender for a party for the DeFeo family, well before the...
Electric Violet-Blue
Bill Zamboni put on his crisp, white tee-shirt, and painted his eyelids an electric violet-blue, as he got ready for bed that night. Underneath, he wore pink ladies' panties, white stockings and cute little white socks with matching electric...
Drew Janglings and the Transfer from Magical Fantasy to Real Magic
The final running of Space Mountain and Splash Mountain had ended, and all of the final guests had left the park, tired ones, both young and old headed for the resorts and surrounding Central Florida areas. The full moon above Cinderella's Castle shone...
Lady and The Tramp II: Scamp's Adventure: Understanding
In the quiet home that Jim Dear, Darling, Lady, Tramp, Scamp, Angel, and the pups lived, there was a thick quiet that enveloped the large gold-wallpapered master bedroom. Downstairs, the oaken grandfather clock that had been given to Darling from her...
The Cereal Killer
A fox with a dagger stabbed and killed an old box of Raisin Bran, stole her purse, and ran away. The End
A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To . . .
After Steve slammed his eighteenth Steel Reserve 211, he stumbled into his Algebra II class, where the pupils and Mrs. Stern had been practicing their exponentials. Steve liked to drink Steel Reserve 211. Steve liked to drink Steel Reserve 211 all...
Lady and The Tramp II: Scamp's Adventure: Arnie & Christine Take Angel Home
Main Street in Westfield became Court Street, and Court Street became Rivers Lane once Arnie Cunningham turned right around a hilly bend inside a blood-smeared Christine, Angel still awake, but now feeling a few aches and bruises where her head had...
Lady and The Tramp II: Scamp's Adventure: Buster vs. Christine
In a dank alleyway off of George Street in Westfield, MA in southern New England, Buster the Doberman held Angel the Pomeranian pinned down by two heavy front paws, while his twelve-inch curved delicacy member, he continued to force with a great...
Little Hawk, Maine
"Trixie, you gonna meet us up at Buzzard's Taven or what?" asked Norman Daylor, who was covered with mosquitos and Old Spice. He was smoking a Newport and had half a Steel Reserve clenched in his husky paw. "Yeah, gawdamnit, Daylor, gimme half a...
From Across The Avenue . . .
FACT: On December 18, 1975, George and Kathy Lutz, and their three children, Daniel, Christopher, and Missy, moved into 112 Ocean Avenue, Amityville, Long Island, a 2 ½ story frame wood-shingle dwelling. FACT: On January 15, 1976, the Lutzes fled...
Dreams Really Do Come True
I will never forget that warm June night in 2013, when I had let the idea of my window cracked open to the chance of a short cool evening breeze enter my room. It had been a very long day, a Sunday, June 02, 2013, nothing really spectacular, except...
A Frightful Discovery
Sharp rain and golden, clapping thunder and lightning shook Green Meadow as Montgomery "Good News" Moose, dripping and shaken (he just was damned plain scared of thunder and lightning), made a final turn around the hill and bounded up the steps,...