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The last house at the edge of town, just past the bridge, was the kind of place no one looked at for…

The penny sat on the pavement, lodged in a crack between two slabs of concrete. Tarnished, scratched…

She’d seen her in the store, standing by the test aisle. A girl in a black velvet jacket and a red d…

There’s a rule about losing things, you know. Everyone’s been there. A sock gone from the dryer. A p…

Derek Marshall woke up in the coffin. It was not with the sharp gasp of a person who’d survived a ni…

David barely noticed it, at first. A single black speck crawling across his kitchen counter, weaving…

It began with a sock. Not a pair, not two, not even three. Just one. A sock, gray and worn, its fabr…

There was a rule in our house: If you think of something bad, knock three times to keep it from happ…

There’s a small antique shop in the middle of town, tucked between a laundromat that smells faintly …