Horror Step

Stranded in the center of Grand Central Station, a pretentious nightmare of a woman who makes everyone else's life hell finds she has a first class compartment on a very special train....

Interwoven with the dual themes of ghosts and the Grand Central Station Terminal. The stories vary in time period from the 1800's to the present, from pure imagination to historically based fiction. Some of the stories are humorous, some thought provoking, and some are frightening. Generally the stories are short in length, with the thought being that one might listen to this audiobook on a train, and that in transit concentration and time may be limited.

Little did he know his lovely misty city Saturday morning, was about to become a nightmare.... The young man dashed to the hall leading out to 42nd street, then cut a sharp right and jogged down and up the ramp past the Oyster Bar...the mist swirled after him, going over the bridge overpass, misting walkers in its path, those who had umbrellas opened them...it followed him as he pushed through the heaver doors to gain access to the marble stairs up to the offices on floors above. The thing swirled up the stairs after him like an amorphous polar bear...

A hauntingly handsome young British man, aspiring to model stardom, finds an escape from romantic and financial problems when a train conductor at Grand Central shares a hidden secret with him. What at first seems an amazing underground palace of mystery leads him to unexpected consequences. Later in the story, ghostly cocktails are toasted in the Campbell Apartment (another Grand Central secret).

Tom is a gay young artist struggling to find success in New York City. For Tom, a love life seems an impossibility. One day, his hope in romance revives when he encounters Cal - a charming stranger, but...it might be a problem that Cal was killed in the First World War - 100 years ago! Then again, death might be just the beginning - the beginning of romance!

I am a shadow. I live in the dark recesses of the darkest places in the tunnels of Grand Central Station, but I do not stay put there; I am free to pass into the light. I wander among the vast marble passages. Sometimes, I make myself as noticeable as possible. I have prevented muggings by casting an ominous shadow in front of the intended victims to warn them. I like to think of myself as an angel; a shadow angel.