17 Feb 2018 – Shipwreck

Scott Summers365 Stories, Horror

The old shipwreck had been sitting down by the coast for as long as any of us can remember.  My mother said it washed in with the high tide one night — completely abandoned — and never went back out to sea.  It was the talk around Hanson’s Market, the corner store, when it first showed up. “Don’t mess with it,” she told me once.  “It’s just a mess of rusted nails and rotten wood.  You’ll end up in the hospital.” It was reason enough to stay away, but there was something else:  If you believed what people said, the … Read More

5 Feb 2018 – Where the Dark Lives

Scott Summers365 Stories, Horror

The lights are bright in East Memphis.  It was one of the most upending things about my move from small-town Montana.  Out near Flatwillow and Sumatra, you begin to understand the true nature of darkness — and the things that lurk within. My friends in the city don’t understand it.  They fix me with a perplexing stare when I say that it doesn’t get dark in Memphis.  They point out the sun sinking low above Overton Park or point toward the fairgrounds and tell me that there’s no light out there. But all I see are their eyes, glaring at … Read More