Harry’s Journal – A short story

Here is a short story, well flash fiction, I did for writing class one time. The assignment was to write something in 20 minutes without any edits.  This story is what became of those 20 minutes.


To whom it may concern,

Those of you that read this might think I made this up.  Others might just think I was crazy.  But this is not an act of lies or deception, but my honest account of an otherwise amazing yet unbelievable event that I see as my duty to tell you about.

I am not looking for publicity or fame, nor am I looking to scare anyone who may come across this. I guess I should begin another way.  My name is Harry. It is the name I was given and the only name I know. Much of the world as I know, is the same now as it ever was. My friends have always told me I lived a life of fairytales. If they only knew what had happened to me, they would have changed their minds.

My knowledge is not made up out of thin air and at no time did I get inspired by anything I had read. It’s hard to explain this without giving you a little history about me.

I am seventeen years old.  I guess that would be the right way to explain it. I had friends who were like my family, family that were my life and a girlfriend, Rachel, who was the better part of one whole of me.  I didn’t have a bad upbringing and for the most part, I have lived a good, even if I can say, great life.  If only it would have stayed that way, I would not be leaving this for you now and you wouldn’t have any reason to read it.  For that, I am sorry.

The event I speak of came without warning and to my credit, unwarranted. I have never been special or gifted, so there really isn’t any explanation for any of this except, it just is.  After that event, things started happening to me which I couldn’t explain. I first started noticing things were different a few weeks ago, but I dismissed them altogether. I tried to live my life as normal as possible, but things kept happening. I would see things and hear things all the time with growing frequency. No one believed me when I tried to tell them what I was going through. Not even my girlfriend. In fact, they stopped talking to me altogether.

I know what you must be thinking. I am some young kid looking for attention but I assure you that is not the case. I have no cause for attention nor do I want it. I just want to live my life without distraction. I want a normal life. Not one interrupted by events that are beyond my ability to control. I know you may not want to believe me and I don’t blame you. If I were you, I wouldn’t have any reason to believe it either but I must insist you read further and the true nature of what I am writing will become clear.

I lost the ability to communicate with my friends because of everything that had happened. I am not looking for your sympathy.  I have enough of my own but I have learned to accept what has happened to me as I hope you will too. I am a conduit.  I can commune with the dead.  This is the part where you might be inclined to stop reading and walk away but please don’t because you need to finish reading this.  This is not something I want or desire, it just is and it is my duty to explain it to you.

Due to events that I have endured, I have lost the ability to communicate with the living. I didn’t understand it at first until I realized that the event that changed my life was actually my death. I had died but had no idea that it had happened.  As to how I died is not of importance, just the fact that I did.  Please know that I can no longer communicate with the living.  Is this starting to become clear to you?

I finally accepted my death in return to help others who haven’t been able to accept their own. I am a conduit for the dead and if you are able to read this then you must realize that you are like me. I can only communicate with the dead and I am communicating with you now. I know it’s not easy to believe, but in time you will come to accept it as I did. I am sorry to be the one to have to tell you.



Newly Departed Relations


Halloween and Writing

It’s that time of year again. Halloween. I have been working on the completion of my next book, Beyond the Darkness. It is in the final editing stage. I am hoping to release it by the early part of next year.

People ask me why I like scary stories. What inspires me to write stores with dark content?  I will say not all my stories are scary but there is definitely a darkness to them. I know a few people who are horrified to be horrified. The thought of watching a scary movie or reading a spooky story sends shivers down their spine. That inspires me. If I can put words to paper that invokes that kind of reaction than I have connected with the reader on some subconscious level.woman

Why do people go to Halloween attractions? Would anyone step in to a haunted house if there was a real chance that harm could befall them? No. There is a certain adrenaline that comes from being taken away from your comfort zone if only for a few minutes. That is what propels me to write the types of stories I do. I am a student of fear as I am still learning what scares people and how I can incorporate that in to my stories.

Halloween is a good teacher for all the lessons to be learned are out in full display. What lurks in the shadows just beyond your field of vision? Did you see something from the corner of your eye just to turn around and find nothing there? Why did a chill run down your spine when you walked into that room? Did you hear a noise from another part of the house when no one else is home?  When you are all alone, are you really all alone?

As you enjoy this Halloween season, be safe. Halloween is a time to embrace our darkside a bit but also to have fun. But just know that fear will be waiting for you from  Beyond the Darkness.

Happy Halloween

Is the Paranormal Real

In keeping with the Halloween tradition here is another subject fitting for an October night.

I have often been asked if I believe in the paranormal.  I always use caution before I answer that question but not because I am uncertain in my own beliefs but sometimes when people ask the question, its usually pointed in a certain direction and I don’t want to find myself in a heated debate on ones opinions.

For my part, I do believe in the paranormal.  I believe that there is something out there, more than we know.  I have had some personal experiences growing up that I simply cannot explain.  Let it be said that I do not believe every door closing by itself is a result of some paranormal event.  No.  The way I look at it, I need to be convinced.

If I encounter an event that on the surface is hard to explain, I like to find a reasonable explanation first.  If a door closed by itself my first thought is that a window must be open.

Some people believe in the paranormal because of religious reasons, that is not me.  I have my own beliefs that I don’t share.  It is personal and not meant to be a topic of conversation.  I believe in the paranormal or should I say the possibility of the paranormal based on personal experiences I have never been able to explain.  Do ghosts exist?  Do spirits linger around this world looking to cross over?  For certain, I have no concrete evidence to say one way or the other.  Again I like facts.

I do believe in the possibility and I believe the more we look in to the subject and apply some common sense to the way we examine it and not let our faith or our imaginations get the best of us, one day we might start to get some real reliable evidence one way or the other.

I find the subject interesting and with anything that interests me I like to learn more.  I am not about to jump off a cliff believing I can fly when everything I know about gravity tells me otherwise.  I don’t know enough about the paranormal to say it doesn’t exist so I am left to educate myself for my own curiosity sake.

Whether you believe or not, the unknown is an interesting subject matter to explore.  Perhaps one day, the more we explore the unknown, we might get to know what was previously described as the unknown.

Creepiest Town in America

bookcoverJust in time for Halloween, the creepiest town in America is Pine Brook Falls.

Byron’s tale is haunting and suspenseful with rich atmospheric touches imparted by the Northern California wilderness that’s long been reputed to be the home of Bigfoot and other strange creatures.- Jack Magnus for Readers’ Favorite

In the mysterious town of Pine Brook Falls, nothing is what it appears to be. Terror lurks around every corner. Charlie Noble must return home to look for his missing sister. Unimaginable horrors await him as he must battle a terror he never knew existed.

There’s plenty to thrill the horror and suspense reader as well as those who enjoy paranormal elements in their mystery reads, but there’s also a healthy dose of psychological thriller in this work as Charlie blindly navigates his way through strange people and an even stranger being in the woods. Pine Brook Falls: The Charlie Noble Chronicles is a grand read, and it’s most highly recommended.- Jack Magnus for Readers’ Favorite

Pine Brook Falls available now on Amazon.

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In fear I write

I love the aspect of fear.  In writing, that is.  I have always been drawn to dark, unusual stories.  It challenges the imagination.  I like to see  characters in situations that draw upon their fear and see how they respond.  Will they survive?  I love the concept of the impossible or improbable story.  This can be said for Science Fiction and Fantasy as well.  In dark horror or thrillers or whatever genre you want to label it, creating a world that no one wants to live in but being there with the characters as they push through one horrific event after another is invigorating: as a writer.  And, hopefully, as a reader as well.


I’m not talking about blood, guts, gore type of horror.  I like the terror of the unknown.  There are limitless possibilities you can explore.  Ideas are all around us.  I’ve been asked many times why I write the dark stuff.  Why do my stories have to be creepy.  I currently have three stories in the works at some phase of the writing process.  Whether that is first draft, final draft or just planning, they are there in some form.  Not all creepy.  Well, maybe they are to different degrees.  I like the dark stuff.  It’s an adrenaline ride.  You can get scared in the comfort of your own house.  Explore emotions you don’t normally get to tap into.

Writing is all about exploration.  I like exploring the dark depths to see what I can uncover.  I think fear resides just under our skin.  It’s an emotion that is unprotected, easy to tap into. The words used to construct a fearful world in fiction are merely the vessel to take the reader to that place that resides just around the corner, in our subconsciousness.  Fear is only a page away.

In The Time We Lose

hodiny-1372620567mptThere are moments that happen. Events that shape our lives. And before we know it, that time has passed. When we are younger, time ticks by at a snail’s pace. Slow and steady as the child wants to leap forward. No patience for the everyday cycle of life.  They want to be out of school. Move out of their parents home. Independent. As we grow older, time no longer heaves at a snail’s pace. There is no more staring at the clock, wishing for time to move. The snail has grown into something more. Time now quickens to a degree that is reminiscent of a roller coaster barreling down its next corkscrew.  Racing on at blinding speed. Keeping us focused on what’s ahead without ever giving us a glimpse of what we left behind.

There are points in life where you need to jump off the roller coaster and take a moment to reflect on where you’ve been.  Remind yourself of the people you have met along the way that had made the journey memorable. As you look upon the world you live now, decades removed from the child you once were, remember the moments in your life that mattered.  The people that made those moments what they were. Life, in all its frailty and uncertainties, can also be memorable. In our haste to move ahead, to reach the next milestone in our life, we should also look back and remember the moments that mattered with the people that helped define us. We are nothing without our past. We would be a thick sail on a windless day if it were not for the memories we hold close to our hearts.

We so often forget all the steps we took to bring us to now. The times where we leaned on those who were close to us. The laughter that brought us to tears and tears that brought us to humbleness.  In the time we lose, we gain the love of the ones we have been honored to know. To cherish the moments that mattered with the people we chose to make them with. In the time we lose, we grow in the knowledge that we have lived a life with people that matter, moments that carry on in out thoughts. Cherish those around you. Remember the ones you grew up with. Each second we lose a moment in time. Make each moment matter. Remember the moments that did. Look forward to moments that will be