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Chattering Teeth

Chattering Teeth

by | Aug 30, 2026 | G, George Larson, Short Story

What was it? What could it be? The small package was addressed to the occupant, so I suspected the contents had something to do with the advertising gimmicks that most of us received throughout the year. Pure Kitch. A pocket calendar, personally engraved pencils, a...
Winter Doldrums

Winter Doldrums

by | Aug 18, 2026 | G, George Larson, Short Story

The air was foggy, so much so I was barely able to see my hand before my eyes. The mist surrounding me was dense and the heat added to my pleasurable experience. I took the highest seat, my favorite and I was alone. The solitude was thoroughly enjoyable, something I...
Knock, Knock

Knock, Knock

by | Aug 9, 2026 | G, George Larson, Short Story

The crying, wailing from next door woke him from a deep slumber. What is that? Someone was in distress. Shaking off his stupor, he glanced around the small room. It was dark, so dark he could not even see his hand before his face. Before he could figure out where he...
The Matinee

The Matinee

by | Aug 2, 2026 | G, George Larson, Short Story

Saturday matinees were the best by far, especially the horror films. And the Rialto never disappointed. That was largely because of its atmospherics. It exuded spookiness and the live organ music accompanying the films added to its macabre nature. The place was...
Mendota State

Mendota State

by | Jul 21, 2026 | G, George Larson, Short Story

No football, no cheerleaders, and no marching bands here. No, Mendota State was not collegiate in the slightest. It was the oldest psychiatric hospital in Wisconsin and held many criminally insane patients during its long existence. Some gained notoriety for their...