Hello my wonderful Substackians!

Who is ready for cool weather, Halloween decor, and over indulging in PSL’s (or your drink of choice—mine’s a London Fog!)?

I AM SO READY! 😜

To be honest, my brain is always set to autumn.

I’m sure you couldn’t tell at all. 😅

There’s not too much to report on Grief Sucks (still silence/rejection—that sucks 🤣), but I have a few updates on Haunted House Flippers!1

I finished my read through on 8/20. I would highly recommend formatting and reading through on a device other than your computer. It’s so helpful to change up appearance to help catch those pesky straggler spelling/grammar mistakes!

ARC closed on 8/21, and I had 12 delightful folks sign up!

Starting my third round of edits on 8/21 😮‍💨

ARCs are going out of 9/7

And preorder is going up on Amazon on 9/9 for the physical copy2 🎉🎉🎉

I still can’t believe I’m doing the dang thing. So, again, THANK YOU! to all the wonderful folks who have inspired me, supported me, and encouraged me. I’m having the BEST time!

Now, for this weeks edition of Sunday Scaries, I’m doing something a little different. Because I have so much to do with HHF, I’m going to be doing flash fiction! And y’all are invited to participate.

Below I’ve posted and image (who doesn’t love an end of summer bonfire?)

This image is the inspiration to write a 200-300 word short story.

If you want to join in, put your story in the comments or DM it to me! My favorites will get a shout out on my next issue (9/14/2025).

Share it with your subscribers & followers if you think they’d like to join in on the fun!

Let’s get spooky! (Or romantic, or silly, or all three at the same time; there are no rules!)

👻KLB

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TW: Serial Killers, Sarcasm, and Suspense

"Let's tell ghost stories. I have the perfect one!" Liz shouts for everyone to shut up and sit down around the fire so she can terrify them. “Did you know that these woods were home to The Slasher? It was here that he took his final victims’ lives.

It was 1973. The three victims were childhood friends, and it was their senior year, so they wanted to celebrate graduating and getting into college. But what they didn’t know was that The Slasher’s cross-country killing spree was going to land him right here. In this state park. They sat around a fire, just like us–”

“Well, not quite like ‘us’. There were only three of them, and there are a dozen of you,” someone interrupts Liz. All eyes turn to find a person wearing a white mask and holding a long knife—The Slasher.

“Scott, I think that’s what his name was. Yeah, Scott. He was a real bastard. I don’t think I’d ever seen someone run so fast!” The Slasher laughs, and the group jumps.

“I recognize this clearing…” The Slasher trails off. “Oh, that’s right, Scott got too far ahead of me, doubled back, and then rammed me with a tree right off the cliff.” He tapped his head with his knife like he couldn’t believe he’d forgotten.

"My kill count was one hundred and thirty-seven. It would have been one hundred and thirty-eight if not for Scott. How's he doing, by the way?" He pointed his knife at Liz.

She whispers, "He's got cancer."

"He should have let me given him a quick death! It would have been much better than cancer." There’s a smile in his voice. “Maybe I’ll pay him a visit when I’m done with you.”

If you’re new here Grief Sucks is my full length manuscript that’s currently going through query and Haunted House Flippers is my short story collection that I’m self-publishing on October 7th!

The e-book of Haunted House Flippers will be free for it’s first week! (Oct 7 - Oct 13)