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Stories from the Tenants DownstairsHoffert, BarbaraLibrary journal.
If you are looking to bring ghosts, zombies, and demons into your classroom, check out this essay collection byLindsay Wong. She touches on the immigrant experience from Shanghai to Vancouver and the horror stories that come with it. There are literal ghosts in these short stories along with ...
“Tumble” is one of eight interlinked stories in Sidik Fofana’s debut collection Stories From the Tenants Downstairs. Usually, they give you time. You might see a notice on someone’s door for the whole year. Now, several units were getting one on the same day. So less than a week...
They lived two states away, and did not have the resources or time to help Mia’s downstairs tenants move out, to prepare the home for market, or to pay for her care. It was overwhelming. How SASH Helped: SASH handled every detail, first by managing the tenants’ move-out and the ho...
In the autumn of 1900, the Vernon Township Board of Education advanced a proposal to build a two-story brick school with two rooms downstairs and the ability to hold two more upstairs. The cost was to be $6,000. Some citizens evidently felt this was too expensive, and the plan failed ...
“I got an idea the other day when I had to go downstairs to tell the restaurant to turn down the music,” I said to Barry. He was sprawled on my torn couch (newly torn by his calico kitten, Tammy), eating a watermelon wedge, dribbling pink juice onto the slashed couch and lettin...
Still shaking, I threw it to the cement floor downstairs, where it broke into a million pieces. In the morning, my mom was poking my ribs and saying, “Wake up, son, we have to go to church.” I opened my eyes and saw my record player in one piece with my new record still on...
"Whilst I was asking her whether she was all right, a door slammed twice downstairs; and you can imagine how it made me feel. My Mother and I looked at one another; and then I lit her candle, and taking the poker from the fender, went downstairs with the lamp, beginning to feel re...
“Lets go downstairs for a minute,” Hannah said frightfully. so we went downstairs, but as we got to the bottom i felt a cold blast of air surround me. “what was THAT?” i yelled. But Hannah didn’t answer me. When I looked at her I saw her face was the same white color it...