How every horror flick starts

In a neighborhood already infested by swarms of pint-sized phantoms and ghouls, the banshee’s shriek of a residential alarm on Gray Fox Drive drew sheriff’s deputies like zombies to fresh brains. They found the home’s back door unlocked, though still shut as tightly as a crypt. Summoned from an infernal gathering down the block, the lord of the manor quickly declared the premises intact and free of witchery. Just a harmless prank, he said, blithely. Nothing to worry about…

Dead letter offense

Someone – or something – might have been sending a message to some folks on Baca Road. During those hours of darkness when evil is exalted, their mailbox had been horribly savaged by agencies unknown, leaving it a ruined, dangling hulk with only a tenuous grip on the world of light. Corporeal agencies are looking into the matter.

Meanwhile, at the old Indian burial ground…

Recent events in south Evergreen were enough to make the blood run cold. Sometime during the night, said a shaken Blue Creek Road resident, a portable cooler she’d placed in the garage had mysteriously moved several feet. Worse, she discovered a normally-locked window unlatched. More frightening still, a stack of dog beds on the deck had inexplicably toppled over. Though she couldn’t quite bring herself to utter the “P” word (“Poltergeist”), she felt dreadfully “spooked” by the whole business and wanted it on record in case “things continue to happen.”