Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


February 28th 2018

The moving van rolled down the street, past the Blessings (who cheered because they loved meeting new people)and the Curses (who hissed because they hated everybody as a general rule). It rumbled by the Haves, who wondered about all of the stuff inside and its leanings in terms of decor, as well as the Have […]

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January 19th 2018

The old house groaned as it settled, full of complaints. It creaked, popped, and whined about the world in its stone foundation – in its walls and floors. They listened to its cries and curses all day. “The house has a lot to say,” one of them remarked in the evening over dinner. “Very vocal,” […]

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October 31st 2017

“Don’t go out into the woods at night,” the realtor said, handing over the keys to the house (her eyes on the skyline, ready to bolt for the car long before sunset). “I wouldn’t dream of it,” he answered happily. “There’s no point if I can’t see a thing!” “There are dark things in the […]

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October 16th 2017

After cleansing the house (sage and salt), they had it blessed (Catholic and Wiccan), and had two psychics come by to help whatever it was into the The Light (Marjorie and David). The strange activity continued. Peeling wallpaper was made whole again; cloudy antique mirrors were brilliantly polished; the baby’s crib (wobbly on one side) […]

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September 23rd 2017

When Scott pulled up, Bill was sitting on the porch smoking a cigarette in the dark (the lights of his house going on and off with screeching and roaring filling the cul-de-sac). “Dude,” he said, “your house is going nuts.” “Yeah,” Bill responded. “The things in the closet, attic, basement, and surrounding forest are having […]

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September 9th 2017

It rattled about in the attic for quite some time, but no one came. It thumped in the walls and creaked on the stairs, but no one flinched (let alone jumped or screamed). It went outside and peered into the living room with its glowing red eyes, but no one even looked up. “I hate […]

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May 16th 2017

When the serviceman showed up, he tarried by the van for some time unpacking his equipment. Pam stepped out onto the porch to greet him. “I’m glad you could make it on such short notice,” she called out to him. “No problem!” he replied, spritzing himself with something. “Holy water,” he explained, catching her staring […]

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April 25th 2017

Robert moved carefully through the house, stepping over the carpet that appeared to be moving on its own, avoiding the walls that ran with blood and rerouting through the less-haunted parlor when the door to the basement opened on its own. Arriving in the kitchen, Robert put on his noise cancelling headphones (so that he […]

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April 13th 2017

In the kitchen, Paul stopped. “Keep the radio on at all times. I cannot stress this enough.” Kelley looked over at the ancient boom box and smiled. “The house likes to jam?” she asked, smiling. The 40s Big Band melody suddenly switched to a club mix of “Pump Up The Jam”. Kelley froze. “The house […]

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February 22nd 2017

“You have a what?” Rick asked, startled. “A ghost,” Angie replied. “In your house – in this house?” Rick reacted, looking around as if to see something unusual. “This very house,” Tony replied, laughing. “Is it … evil, menacing; does it want you gone?” Rick asked next, rubbing his neck and wondering if something was […]

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