The Hunger – Bauhaus and the Endless Void of Teenage Depression

I. I peer into the depths of a black tarp, loosely stapled across a makeshift wall. There is a constant hustle of people shuffling past as they rush to cobble together a haunted house for this elementary school carnival within 24 hours. By my side is David Johnson, a great neighborhood friend. I’d invited himContinue reading “The Hunger – Bauhaus and the Endless Void of Teenage Depression”

Estate Sales – Where the Dead Can Dance

I didn’t realize that I would have a problem when I wore the dead man’s shirt to the goth club. When I first saw it at the estate sale, the black button-down was perfectly folded and stored in a withered dry cleaning bag, with the ancient identification tag looped through a starched buttonhole. Lifting itContinue reading “Estate Sales – Where the Dead Can Dance”

The Devil in the Dark – The Story of David Gregg, part 1

After brushing my teeth, I walk out of the bathroom and cautiously peer down the dark hallway. Peeking out from around the corner, I see a huge butcher knife, gleaming in the darkness. A hand wearing a black glove holds the weapon tightly aloft, slowly twisting the knife so I will see the glimmer inContinue reading “The Devil in the Dark – The Story of David Gregg, part 1”