To the one who finds me

By Jess Charle To the one who finds me, I pray you are not my beautiful Jen. I pray you … More

My husband thinks I’m insane

By Jess Charle My husband, Ron, thinks I’m insane. But he does not yet see the Goatman. He doesn’t realize … More

By Jess Charle I’m turning into my mother. Since I turned 20, it’s been happening more and more. I’ll open … More

By Jess Charle My eyelids were heavy, like sandbags. I forced them apart slowly, using all of my strength to … More

By Jess Charle I’ve never liked hospitals. They feel dirty. All the supposedly white surfaces permanently stained a dull brownish-yellow … More