I’d love to share a story with y’all that I love, though it is not my own. It was told to me by my very sweet, very Irish mother-in-law, who after telling me supes casually her grandmother survived the Boston Strangler by beating the shit out of him with her CANE over dinner, I’ve learned to shut up and listen when…

This story takes place in a small town, in a small South American country, in the mid-seventies. My parents are a young married couple, with two young daughters, living next door to my dad’s sister, Esther, who is also married and has two small children of her own. After being home with her boys for while, my aunt…

“December 1941"

I’m not a good storyteller and I’m not sure this is scary but here it goes.