It’s that time of year again—the nights come earlier, the streets shine slick with rain, and mystery lingers in the corners of the city. Perfect weather for a good spooky tale… or something close.
My newest short story, The Red Shoe, isn’t exactly horror, but it leans into the territory of the unexplained. Think of it as a steamier Twilight Zone maybe... well, maybe not. But anyway, it begins with an abandoned shoe on a wet street, an alley with a velvet curtain, and the kind of invitation no sensible person should accept. What follows is less ghosts and ghouls, more shadows and seduction—an erotic mystery about curiosity, temptation, and what happens when you step past hesitation.
I’d love for you to give it a read, and as always, I welcome your comments.
—Eric Ross