My Bronx Haunting Chapter 5

That smells weird I have to preface this by saying my brother doesn’t completely remember this story, although it is clear in my mind as if etched in solid stone. And given the fact that his memory was never sharp to begin with, I will continue to tell the story and ask that you readContinue reading “My Bronx Haunting Chapter 5”

My Bronx Haunting- Chapter 2

The Dainty Desk I suppose I need to go back to the beginning. When everything seemed so normal yet exciting at the same time. The first occurrence in the house.  I grew up in a borderline-ghetto neighborhood smack in the center of the Bronx in an area called Belmont, more nostalgically referred to as LittleContinue reading “My Bronx Haunting- Chapter 2”