Look, I’m not saying my closet is haunted. I’m just saying… there’s no logical explanation for what’s been happening. It started the week we moved into the new house. Kelvin and I found this place during one of those spontaneous "we need a bigger place before...

Woodard Hall was empty.Β  All the university workers were gone for the day, but it didn’t matter whether the building was occupied or not; it always felt empty.Β  The long corridors sprinkled with muted orange lights drained all the energy out of the building, like...

Mr. Vanhin had a wonderful day.Β  He woke up at 5 am, said his morning prayers, and cooked himself a full breakfast, complete with fried eggs, sausages, and bacon.Β  At 10 am, after a short nap in his favorite armchair, he grabbed his cane, put...

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