My papaw once told me that the hills ’round here are where giants are buried, and that the boulders are their bones. Odd, these old mountains are; odd as I, the local writer-cryptid of things that creep and lurk.

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• Love Crafting Horror from the Cosmos?August 20, 2022
  “What the howling depths below keep concealed Should never, to living mortals be revealed.” – “Der Taucher” (Friedrich Schiller, 1797) David B. Gosselin Translation (2018) Fear of the unknown is deeply imbued into the human condition. Some of the best horror comes from stories with vague evils and mysterious entities; this is what allows movies… Continue Reading →
• A Bit of Moonshine: Prologue Peek!August 19, 2022
  My current project is Moonshiners’ Hollow, a horror story set in rural Meadow Bridge, West Virginia. There, the trees are creeping into the town as the mountains waste forward, creeping like slow sand dunes threatening to swallow towns and cities whole. The story is inspired by Appalachian folklore and the unique stories told to me… Continue Reading →
• The Blurred Witch and Voiceless SirenApril 17, 2022
  Mitch Hedberg once said that Bigfoot is just blurry. I may not be Bigfoot, but I am just as blurry. I get it from my mother; she scared a pair of police officers in her 20s when she said that she was going to curse them for seven years if they didn’t let her go…. Continue Reading →