Every story has a murder

Spooky Stories by Molly Laich


  • depression

    I knew this was coming, for reasons. Eventually we’ll have to figure out what this project is and who it’s for. Do I want to tell the truth, and how much? For now I’ll stick with un incriminating details and vague universal truths. Yesterday got away from me and I didn’t write, but you didn’t Continue reading

  • minimalism rules

    Pretty soon I’m going to make a list of every single thing I’ll bring with me to the motel in marquette. My mother loves things, and I take after her in this way. But alas, I drive the world’s tiniest prius and scant few items can come along. Today I had to see all my Continue reading

  • thanksgiving

    All days are great and I’m thankful generally but this day had some unsavory parts. My mother was vey stressed about making these pies. From the start the project seemed doomed, she became weepy and fretful about how difficult and unlikely the whole thing was. It was strange to watch her forecast the future so Continue reading

  • back to waterford

    I was supposed to wake up at 5am but it was more like 6:30 and I think I got on the road by 7am, anyway it was just not enough time but close enough. we skin by on the seat of our teeth. It’s good to see my mom and her dog Larry again. Wendy Continue reading

  • a down payment on your future

    Today we remembered that we must also work. You’d think I went to the salt mines. In fact, I saw 8 clients today (one didn’t show) and did no paperwork but it wound up swallowing most of the day. I went next door to the Cedar Inn as instructed and found a weirdly modern looking Continue reading

  • manic monday

    Nah I’d say it was pretty chill. Woke up at the airbnb in Harvey and waited it out until I could check in at the Brentwood Motor Inn, my destiny, my sin, my soul. If the building will have me I’ll lodge myself down his throat. I mean for this to be a positive thing. Continue reading

  • Just to wet my beak.

    I got to marquette around 5pm in the afternoon on Saturday. It’s a 6 hour drive from waterford, mi and I stopped several times to take wendy on little interesting romps in the mini forests near rest stops. When I got here it was too dark to tell if it was good but we saw Continue reading