They say the snuff film industry doesn’t exist. It does. [Part 1]

When I heard my parents were going to be opening a video store, I was ecstatic. It wasn’t going to be a Blockbuster or a Family Video, it was going to be *ours*. My older brother and I eagerly awaited as renovations and setup got underway, making lists of films we would watch when the … Continue reading They say the snuff film industry doesn’t exist. It does. [Part 1]

My grandpa, a retired homicide detective, just told me the single worst sight he saw in his career

Case 1 | Case 2 It was, uh, 19...93, I think. Ah, you know, after a while these things start to blend together. Dates, some names. And I’m an old man now, that doesn’t help. But I remember the important things. I don’t know if it’s that I just have a good memory or if … Continue reading My grandpa, a retired homicide detective, just told me the single worst sight he saw in his career

My Grandpa, a retired homicide detective, told me another one of his cases

I told my grandpa about the response he got from his case I posted last week, and he was thrilled. Going through your comments together put a smile on his face like I haven’t seen in some time. He saw that so many people wanted to hear more of the “Impossible Ones”, and he encouraged … Continue reading My Grandpa, a retired homicide detective, told me another one of his cases

My grandpa, a retired homicide detective, just told me the case that still keeps him up at night

I’ve heard a lot of stories from my grandfather. He was a detective for 27 years of his life, and I grew up listening to the tales of he and his fellow lawmen. As a child, he obviously amended the stories quite a bit to make them age-appropriate, but as I grew up, more and … Continue reading My grandpa, a retired homicide detective, just told me the case that still keeps him up at night

19 years ago, my best friend disappeared from a place I’ve never returned to. Something wants me to go back.

Every neighborhood has that neighbor, that one house to which stories are attached, stories that have been passed from friend to friend, from older siblings to younger. Stories told in tents under flashlights, around bonfires. The house itself is nondescript, but more often than not, children walking about the neighborhood will cross the street so … Continue reading 19 years ago, my best friend disappeared from a place I’ve never returned to. Something wants me to go back.