Otherworldly encounters
Beyond the pale
Mysteries of the night and the mind
Slipping between the spaces

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October 31, 2018, Eldritch, “Estevan of the Children“, by E. E. King

The spirit children, the Angelitos, find their way home following the paths of marigolds, leaving their small footprints in the golden petals. 

When they returned to their graves at twilight each Novenber 1st, the paths between the cemetery and the homes of their grieving parents were filled with golden swirls of marigold petals imprinted with each tiny foot.

But Estevan was late returning and lost his way.  If he could not return, he would fade to nothing, not even a memory would be left.

Jan 14, 2018: Eldritch, “Ice”, by Diana Silver

Dutch language version translated by Ashley Cowles


It was on the Ice and in the Storm that I crossed paths with Edmund Hawkings.

Had I known how much he’d give up for my sake, I wouldn’t have tried to kill him.



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October 18, 2017, Eldritch,Bolaji Has a Heart“, by Osahon Ize-Iyamu

When Bolaji’s husband died, people cast her aside as if she were dead, like she didn’t exist anymore without her man, that dead woman.

But lots were drawn and it was her turn at the night job, and with it, all the things unseen in the dark, the loneliness of the task, the tales of Masquerades and demons, marauders and spearrangs that had a little too much fun spinning up people’s insides.  There were people that took their turn and came back different, never came back, died in strange ways.

Who taught them to fear the night? Who taught them this darkness was evil, sinister, a hand trying to bind them? Why did the fear persist? She stood, shoulders high and back tense, eyes alert. And when everyone was shut in for the night, when it was pitch black, she set out.




September 26, 2017, Eldritch, “The Sandwich Shack“, by Patrick Hurley

Most of the Windy City’s secret places are gone now.  But every once in a great while at summer twilight, when soft lamps have filled the tree-lined streets with a faint silver glow, you may happen to find  Brady’s Sandwich Shack.

Your smartphone will lose its signal. Attempting to document the retro interior on Instagram causes the app to crash. Twitter and Foursquare will be unable to triangulate your location, and reviews on Yelp mysteriously refuse to upload.

Don’t panic. Relax. Enjoy the blues. Savor the smell and order some food. If you’re with someone, enjoy each other’s company…
…you never know who may drop in.


August 28, 2017, Eldritch, “The Glanconer”, by LJ McLeod


It was too wild, all jagged rocks and sun-bleached driftwood. But it suited me, this beach and this night, a night one could believe in monsters….

Just as the last of the sun disappeared I saw him. He emerged from the grey waves dripping wet and perfect. His hair was black as sin and his pale skin shone like the moon. His body was slender and his face all strange angles, but he was heartbreakingly beautiful. My Irish grandma had told me the old stories and I could see the danger — but his fathomless black eyes fastened on me, ensnared me.


May 31, 2017, Eldritch The Undine & Pain’s Brother“. by Lucia Iglesias

The Undine is a pain-artist  In the perpetual dusk that haunts the caverns, she strains the shadows for prey, seeking her next masterpiece.
The stranger who sweeps from the shadows, his smile pale and puckered as a scar, his breath spiced with smoked marrow and charred bones, offers her a spoilt city to paint in pain, on one small condition,


Feb. 25, 2017: Eldritch:”Hollows”, by Emmett Schlenz



He was singing another song to the rusted chain dangling from the ceiling when a black hole opened in his chest. It sucked his heart out from behind his ribcage and he knew with a ghost’s certainty, with the instinctual sympathy between the dead and those close to death, that his brother was dying. He had not seen Michael, hadn’t been able to see another human being, since the day he died bloody in the street, listening to the screeching of wheels on concrete.





Jan. 9, 2017: Eldritch: “Sheila Slinkypaw and the Penguin”, by by Kevin J. Guhl

Gene concerned me.  He never spoke, didn’t seem to breathe,  never took off his head.





Happy New Year Everyone. We hope 2017 will be a good year for us all.

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Hallowe’en 2016, Eldritch “Mr. Pony”,  by Stephen S. Power

The bus wheezes to a stop, the door squeaks open, and Mr. Pony trots on.

This time, the bus isn’t empty.

All the way in back, a skull mask peeks out of the last seat.

He’s always there, you just can’t always see him.

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MOctober 4, 2016: Eldritch: “My Heart Is a Prayer”, by Ryan Row

My heart is a prayer. My heart is a temple, is a church to an absent god. Is an egg for all the misery of the universe…


June 18, 2016: Eldritch: “The Rental Heart”, by Kirsty Logan





Feb 28, Eldritch: “The Clockwork Sky“, by Alexandra Davydova, translated by Anatoly Belilovsky.

Repairing the World, one page at a time…


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Feb. 14,Eldritch,”Lunatic“, by Kate O’Connor Photograph,

Oh, what the moon can do to you…


“She, Eidolon”, ©Jennifer Rhoades Photograph of Moon © Wyldraven




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Jan 23, 2016, Eldritch:  “Tryst”, by Brian K. Lowe —

Why don’t you forsake me, oh my darling?



photos of women © Peter Allert photo of stairway © stengchen photo of candle © Jeet Sen



WendigoJanuary 4, 2016:  Eldritch:The Wendigo”, by Algernon Blackwood, illustrated by Cathal Hanlon and Alexandre Mahboubi.  The classic, chilling tale.


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