About the Author
For over 20 years, I've violated Korean War bunkers to haunted double-wides. A lifetime of chance ghost encounters and a resident darkness compels me to take this wanderlust in a darker direction. I also work for tacos, which is nice.

Sam Houston Madness!

The saddest reality a Texan could possibly muster about a phantom alligator is the inherent impossibility of phantom alligator meat.

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