Welcome to my site. All stories © Ellis Reed. Illustrations by Marisa Bruno.
“I followed her into the dark hall and looked around. I’m not a medium by any stretch, but even I could tell the house was haunted. As I picked my way through the clutter, the shadows seemed to sit up and take notice…”
“I’ve been alone in the dark for five thousand and twenty-two days now with nothing to do except get my thoughts in order, so I’m happy to tell my story and think I’ll do it well…”
“I don’t know where Grandma came from, but it must’ve been somewhere, and wherever it was, it surely wasn’t here. She had the faintest trace of an accent, which seemed to recall the gloomy pines of the Black Forest, or maybe the foothills of the Carpathians…”
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