"The Black Ambulance" in DIRTY MAGICK MAGAZINE

2026 is only a few hours old, and I already have a new story published! Please visit Charles Brown's DIRTY MAGICK MAGAZINE to read my brand new novelette, "The Black Ambulance" (which has been serialized in two parts). You can read a preview of Part One directly below... 

The Black Ambulance Part One

by Robert Guffey

When I was thirteen, I remember standing on a street corner, waiting for a light, eager to cross the street so I could catch the beginning of my favorite television show. It was about 8:15 at night and I was coming home after having dinner at a friend’s house. The light went from red to green and I was just about to step into the street when something told me to stay where I was.

I have no idea what I really mean by that. All I know is that I didn’t want to cross the street at all. I just stood there, watching, waiting. For what, I didn’t know.

A second later, a car—a big white car that looked like something out of the 1950s—came whizzing around the corner at a crazy speed and shot right through the crosswalk. Right where I would’ve been standing if I’d crossed the street a moment before. I got cold all of a sudden. Sweat poured from my forehead and my armpits and the back of my neck. I watched, frozen now, as the car swerved all over the road, then careened off the street and slammed into a storefront only a few blocks away from me. Everything was silent after that.

I glanced around. This was an area of downtown that was deserted after six o’clock or so. No one seemed to be around. I started walking toward the wreckage, slowly.

As I drew closer, I noticed that the driver’s door was hanging open. I circled around the back of the car and saw something I’ll never forget. Blood everywhere. The driver, an older man, I have no idea how old, now lay crumpled on the pavement. He was half in and half out of the car as if he’d tried to crawl away and had passed out.

I looked from side to side, wondering if I should do something to help. I knew CPR, or at least I sort of did. Perhaps I should...

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