“O.K Nadine, I want to tell you something now, about myself, but I’m afraid to. It could … it could change how you see me entirely.”

Nadine’s eyes swiveled from her busy desk and out from the computer screen, blue and enlarging. “But I can already see you, Peter,” she said.

“I don’t mean the camera,” said Peter, putting his hand over his face, miserably. “You would never have seen something like this just through the Chat.” He was sat on the office chair in a reclined position, leaning as far back as possible, and supported by the server rack. (more…)

Porch light was dimmed, and no shadow of the dog. Good sign, thought Harry, stepping out of his car. She usually tied the dog up to the pole at the gate before getting up to bed, so that it would stay awake and ‘guard the house’. He felt kinda sorry for the pooch, but hey, it wasn’t his pet.

He crept into the living room, eyeballs grazing the wall before the couch. It will be empty, it will be empty, he said to himself. “Paper, rock, scissors.”

“What?” said Beatrice, grinding an elbow on a cushion. (more…)

Ice from the lemonade came in the way of Harry’s straw and made a louder slurping sound than he had intended. He quickly pulled the straw from his mouth and looked frantically at the other parked car, some hundred feet away on the soccer field.

Night-time spotlights were on, so the girls would totally be able to make him out if they only turned to look. Luckily, it seemed they were … occupied. Something about it pissed him off. He pulled his cellphone from his pocket and started tapping away furiously.

“Emma, u thr?” (more…)

“Ehud, why don’t you close up here and buy me a calzone?” asked Peter.

“Ok Peter,” said Ehud peering into his CRT, “let me just write back this quick reply to Bobby.”

“You still writing to that kid? How do you find the time?”

Ehud let out a sigh and then went on typing. “It’s hard. I mean, it’s not like I’m being paid for this.” (more…)

How little Bobby dealt with the fact that no one liked to hang out with him, was, he would write short letters, time to time, to the Wisconsin Paranormal Society. On occasion, he would get a letter in response, and reading these alone in his bedroom would fill that empty space. (more…)