The following are somewhat spooky, somewhat comedic tales of woe and whoa:
Wherein our narrator discovers something sinister and/or delicious. Read Mostly Confused, Certainly Dead, and Not a Scone in Sight on The Palmer Hotel.
Now this next short story’s got everything. Bad poetry, errant bullets, pigeons, depressed catfish, and mystery. Enter room 1710 of The Palmer Hotel to read S-H-E-L.