Greetings, and welcome to my humble corner of the Web.
Pull up a rock, warm your hands by the fire, and feel free to partake of the refreshments...except for that cauldron there. That one probably wouldn't agree with you; it's reserved for...someone else.
Yes, I tell stories.
Sometimes, they're funny. Every now and then, there's a lesson involved. More often than not, my stories are simply meant to curl your toes, or tingle the hair on the back of your neck. Or, perhaps, make you wonder what might be waiting, in the shadows, beyond the firelight, where you can't see...like that dark patch there, behind you, over your shoulder.
I didn't always tell spooky stories, of course. For years, I avoided anything scary at all, but a friend handed me an H.P. Lovecraft story and an Edgar Allen Poe collection, and I realized maybe "scary" wasn't such a bad thing after all.
You're a little too close to the fire, there. You might want to back up, just a bit, in case something comes wandering out of it.
I love a good spooky story. Something with twists and turns, something that leaves you worried about the shadows under the bed, the creatures in the depths, the bump in the night.
...was that a footstep...?