I have a story in an amazing new anthology—House of Haunts! In 1823, Josiah Hale built his family a grand home in the sultry heat and blinding glare of the Deep South.It wasn’t long before the shadows crept in. Now, two hundred years later, this grand home […]
From Joe's writing

The smell of the rain did little to mask the pervasive scent of the graveyard – a peculiar mixture of freshly-tilled dirt, rotting flowers, and mown grass. The odor brought back memories of Tanner’s funeral, and of Sarah’s eight years earlier, which in turn conjured up cemetery scenes from some of the old monster movies he and Tanner had watched together.

— Small Things, Chapter 32