Nightmares create scars that the living just can't see. Or won't. It's all about perspective.

It was dark. That much she knew. The blindfold over her eyes had slipped long ago, back when the yellow light slipped through the thin...

The Wilkes house is almost silent. With the TV off and the children in bed, all that could be heard was the low rumble of the dishwasher...

January 21st. That's when my friend died. To this day I still don't know why, and the events leading up to her death are shrouded with...

Brenda didn’t know what to do about her son. She had reached the end of her tether years ago, but now her desperation was bordering on...