Welcome to a page very dear to Uncialle's dark little heart: the Tales Page. After all, dear reader, what is history but tales of the past? And what are dreams but tales of the future? The buttons below lead to stories, originals every one, all of them true. I very much hope that they give you a small Halloween shiver, whatever the time of year. Walk in my dark footsteps for a time, my friend, and see the mists of reality part very slightly, just for a moment, to let the light of my candle shine through. The cat on the button is from a photograph taken by Uncialle in the graveyard where Poe, master talesman, sleeps the long, black sleep.