Ok, today is Friday, September 18th…it’s approximately 15:24 hours. My name is Officer Patrick Pearson, I am assigned to the Big City...

The hallway seemed to narrow in on itself as we delved deeper into the inner sanctum of the precinct. Interrogation room no. 3 beckoned...

We headed back to the Clearview Police Precinct. Officer Powell rode ahead in his pristinely kept squad car. Whilst I, rather fittingly,...

So how about that, folks? How about that for a wild shot in the dark!? Lucy Labelle was a wanted lady. ‘Wanted’, in all senses of the...

The next day begun with a welcome change of pace. Outside the quiet town of Clearview ticked along in its usual fashion, except this time...

I stepped out of my vehicle with a newfound fire in my stomach, unloading the now useless bouquet of flowers on the first unknowing face...

Just like that, the seemingly quiet town of Clearview was quiet no more. Things changed dramatically in the wake of the attack. Officer...

Who could have foreseen what evil would transpire down in the quiet, unassuming town of Clearview? I quickly followed the multitude of...

Call me a creeper, call me what you will… ...but that evening spent down at The Brightside signalled a great change in my, so far,...

I had seen that rather charming face before. Both among my dreams, and within this mad desolate plain we sometimes call… reality . Her...

The life of an upstanding private investigator is often spent fulfilling one thankless task after the next. Every step in the right...

“So, Mr. Matthews. Tell me about your dream?” “My dream…?” “Yes. Tell me what you saw. In the forest…” The therapist relaxed in her...

Have you ever heard the story of the scorpion and the frog? Two unlikely associates among the realm of the wildlings. One is...

On the outskirts of the Big City there lies a grassy hilltop. The raised patch of land overlooks the bustling township in all its subtle...

I took the old lady’s hand as if she was my unsuspecting prom-date, and off we went. The smell of burnt coffee followed Mrs Diedrich and...

Who am I? It is a question I ask myself almost everyday. Some days the answers flow freely and easy, like cascading raindrops in a steady...

When I first arrived in Clearview it was like something from a dream, somebody else’s dream. It makes sense to introduce you right at the...

It was a cool evening. A calm evening. The type of evening where all was serene and still. The kind of night with no upending troubles...

I am not a violent person. Not by a long stretch. I am neither spiteful, nor objectionable. Aside from the odd minor outburst after the...