Posts Tagged ‘Shadows’
Grimm, a New Spin on Very Scary Fairy-Tales
By Kevin Lazarus
Okay, here’s the thing. My wife, who is anti-gruesome anything, is hooked on this new series called Grimm. I was sure that I was going to be watching this one as a solo act, but then to my surprise, I find her watching it in the other room—all by herself! more »
The Shadows of Indian Summer by Kevin Lazarus – Part 1
Indian summer was in the air. Unusually warm for October in Carthage Falls; the enigmatic Carthage Falls—the inexplicable Carthage Falls. Golden leaves spotted with orange, both in the trees and everywhere on the ground; piles of leaves inviting unbridled play. And oh how I wanted to play!
My newest friend, Brett and I, stood at the edge of the Orchard staring down a grassy path leading into a clump of old Cherry trees. They were unkempt, tall and straggly—unlike so many of the other orchards in Carthage. They were now wild and overrun with vines and various other trees that clearly didn’t belong. more »
Night Stalker in Carthage Falls – by Kevin Lazarus – Part 2
My mysterious night follower suddenly stopped. With each walk home after sunset it didn’t happen again for some time. In fact, weeks passed, and being no different than most kids my age, I forgot about the strange occurrences. Then—one quiet evening, just after sunset—it happened again. Like before, I heard the inexplicable footsteps. And as I did before, I stopped and looked around. The feeling of something following me was thick in the air. I could nearly taste it in my mouth. Someone was there, watching me—stalking me. This time I was bolder, thinking that it was my friend (hoping that it was my friend). I yelled for him to stop scaring me and go home. more »
Night Stalker in Carthage Falls – by Kevin Lazarus – Part 1
(This blog is the beginning of a series of blogs from The Dark Side of Carthage Falls, The Anthology – by Kevin Lazarus)
What I am about to tell you is the beginning of a series of truly mysterious events that happened to me when I was very young. I have told these stories to very few during my lifetime and refrain from using the name of the town out of consideration for friends who might still live there; who also experienced similar events. What I am about to reveal to you is the truth… more »
