Halloween night was supposed to be simple. Hand out candy. Ignore the doorbell as much as possible. Keep the cats inside.
Aaron manages two out of three.
When a strange fog settles over Mount Washington and Liza and Loki decide it's the perfect time for an unscheduled adventure, Aaron has no choice but to follow.
He expects to find two cats and drag them home.
What he finds in the fog is something else entirely.
And for some reason, the cats seem to know more about what's going on than he does.
Some Halloween nights are better spent at home with the porch light off.
I grew up near Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, surrounded by old bridges, steep hills, narrow streets, and neighborhoods that always seemed like they might be hiding something. That atmosphere never really left me, and Pittsburgh continues to find its way into much of what I write.
Today I live in North Carolina and write supernatural fiction, horror, dark fantasy, and stories that don't always fit neatly into one category. My work often mixes eerie...