My Bronx Haunting Chapter 4

What’s with the Lenses? Trying to recall what happened close to forty years ago is like looking through a lace curtain; you can see the basic form but some of the details are obscure. So my time frame may be questionable, and inaccurate, but what I do remember was at some point my little brother

My Bronx Haunting- Chapter 2

The Dainty Desk I suppose I need to go back to the beginning. When everything seemed so normal yet exciting at the same time. The first occurrence in the house.  I grew up in a borderline-ghetto neighborhood smack in the center of the Bronx in an area called Belmont, more nostalgically referred to as Little

My Bronx Haunting – Chapter 1

The man with the light eyes Imagine sleeping quietly in your small room in the middle of summer.  We couldn’t afford air-conditioning , so our windows were always open, offering the slightest relief in the form of a wayward breeze. But along with the welcomed air, heavy with the smell of the city, came the