Carl W. Bosch

“This is my last recording. The transcript is being printed as I speak. If anyone finds this it will be amazing since I don’t think there...

Searching the sand for sea glass. That’s what Jacob did, day after day. Walking along the high tide mark he always enjoyed checking out...

October has crept slowly back onto our calendar. With the season, I am back creating horror tales, 10 or more, written strictly now. In...

Last story of 2022. The last one will always have to be about Halloween. We check in on a recurring character from 2020. (Read Mr....

Abilio, nicknamed “O”, a staff member on the cruise ship, discovered the severed foot in the pool. The Amelia Rodrigues, a beautiful new...

This serial killer is so obvious, Preston thought. So typical. A stereotype. The black clothes, face mask, gloves. The thick piano...

Annie hammered her nearly frozen fist on the large metal door, the sound muffled by her climbing glove within her ski mitten. She...

I see the black squirrel. I see it sitting there right now. It’s there on the front porch railing. Looking right at me. Right at me! And...

Roger didn’t sleep well that first evening it all began. His glance at the bedside clock told him the time exactly. 2:17. He moaned and...

“Dude, you can’t do this kind of shit. It’s too crazy. It’s way over the top.” “Relax, Randy, you know it’s all part of the fun. It’s...