Tag Ryan Buell
I want to believe. Really, I do. The kid in me who grew up in the folklore-laden South hearing stories of the Bell Witch, Pukwudgies and all manner of other ghosts, specters, and spooks genuinely craves something indisputable to prove… Continue Reading →
When a book opens with, “It was dawn, and the Zombies were stumbling through the parking lot… Later they’d be resurrected by megadoses of Starbucks, but for now they were the barely living dead,” I knew I was going to… Continue Reading →