Are you warm right now? Are you in a place of comfort reading this? I hope you are. We’re coming to the end, you know, and it’s stopping in a place you and I are both familiar with. At 125 Berkley Street. You and I, we’ve opened our arms to Shane. Welcomed him back...

It’s the hidden things that have always scared me the most. When I was little, my family took me to a wildlife park. I’m Australian; so that naturally involved enduring unbearable heat to look at snakes and spiders. We passed this pond, its waters calm and glistening,...

All the lights in my office are on. This is the place where I sit and think, drink coffee by the gallon, and let my own dark thoughts spill out onto my writing. Tonight, it’s also where I sat down to read this new collection of short stories. I live in New England, in...

I have been mightily stressed as of late, and so I thought, maybe what I needed was a little bit of terror to soothe my soul. Perhaps a little bit would have been fine. Perhaps—just perhaps—a little bit would have calmed me. But I didn’t get that. Not with this...

What’s so terrifying about the dangers of this world is how close they can get to us without us even realizing it. When I was a small child, I lived on a cul-de-sac with a little park at its end. Between my outgoing and wonderful family and my adorableness, we were on...

How are you holding up? Are you worried about Shane, or are you confident that he’s going to make it through unscathed? This is what’s keeping me up at night, what’s making me fret as I sit and write this letter to you. Oh, I’m not worried about Shane dying. He’s far...

Fear is exhausting. I’m sitting in my chair, mentally drained from this Night Terrors collection. I know I skipped ahead again, and I should have waited. I think we’ve established that I don’t like to wait. Although, in hindsight, I should have. I won’t be sleeping...

Well, here we are again on the haunted island of Sainte Isabel, in lockdown and in trouble. At the end of the previous book, Sara struggled free of the spirit of Catherine Le Foix and Victor Lemaitre, the Devil Ship captain, had to postpone his plans to massacre...

Right now, the sun shines in the sky, and the birds sing as they settle down to eat at the feeders. It is a day, a morning, where we should be able to settle in and enjoy the sunlight. I’m not certain about you, but I can say, with complete authority, that I will not...

Killers don’t stick out in a crowd, good intentions don’t quell the bad intentions of others, and even the best-laid plans can’t account for every eventuality. For me, there’s nothing more unsettling than being forced to recognize exactly how vulnerable I am. Perhaps...