"Boo Guy,” the ghost says on repeat.
As he thinks it’s kinda neat.
To be as friendly of a ghost he can be,
Just so that he can try to see.
If he can finally be as scary as the other ghosts he knows,
But as he tries “Boo Guy,” just seems to flow.
He will continue to keep trying,
As there is nothing else to do besides sighing.
“Boo Guy,” one more time,
Until it’s the end of the rhyme.
Copyright 04/03/2026
~P.C. Snider
Here is the first poem for my next collection. Called The Grip of Darkness.
Shadows slither along the cold, cracked wall,
Whispering secrets that threaten to fall.
No matter how fiercely we fight or pray,
They linger in darkness, never going away.
Their hope is eternal, their grip is tight,
Haunting our souls in the dead of night.
Copyright 04/02/2026
~P.C. Snider
Good news. I am returning to doing poems. As now I have title for another collection idea, I really like called Spooky Poems For Spooky Souls.
I had a nice break for a few months from writing. So I think going back to Poems will be easier than a short story collection until I get into the swing of it again.
As usual the poems will be posted here until I feel I have enough of them for the collection. No eta.
Sincerely,
~P.C. SNIDER
I am very happy to announce The Jack Blackwood Mysteries is now completed. You may download it for free. It took awhile but I was finally able to get the four short Mysteries sorted out. I hope you all enjoy it. It is nice and short only 47 pages. Including the About The Author Page.
Description: Former freelance Detective Jack Blackwood is on the case of the Skeleton Glove Killer, in Jack's Last Drink, will he figure out who the killer really is? In the second Mystery, a famous Jazz Singer Ashley Smith is murdered, will he figure out who did it? In The Man With The Broken-Heart Tattoo, another detective Joe Babcock is introduced, and in the final story Who Really Is Jack? You will discover the true identity of Jack Blackwood in a shocking twist.
Sincerely,
~P.C. Snider
Copyright © 2026 by P.C. Snider
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Here is the final Jack Blackwood story. I was able to finish it early today. I'll have the whole collection in an ebook soon. I hope you all will like the ending to this four part short story Mystery series.
Who Really Is Jack? By P.C. Snider
As Joe Babcock investigates Jack’s apartment, he had noticed earlier that there were no credentials hanging up on the wall. He also noticed back at the crime scene that Jack never showed his Detective badge to the Officer he was talking to.
Joe had been hired by Randy the bartender–to find out the truth if Jack Blackwood really was a former Detective or not, as Randy had some suspicions, especially considering Jack was heavily drinking. After his divorce was finalized. But so far at least he has been able to stay sober for the time being. For the last three cases so far.
“How long were you a Detective for Jack?” Joe asked.
“About twenty years give or take.”
He replies as he sits down at his desk, and pours himself a coffee.
“Would you like a coffee?”
“Yeah sure. Thanks.” Joe said.
“Would you like a seat as well?”
“I’m good, I don’t think I’ll be long.”
“So I have been keeping an eye on you Jack.”
“You have?”
“Yep.”
“I don’t think you were ever really a Detective.”
“Oh really?”
“Yep.”
“I can prove it too!”
“How?” Jack said.
“Good news is, at least your name is the same.”
“But you never were a freelance Detective.”
Jack almost spills his coffee. He holds his hands on both sides of his head to give it a shake.
“The only job you ever had was a dishwasher at a place called Tony’s.”
“They were the only ones who would hire you.”
“I am thinking the shifts were so long, eight hours a day Monday to Friday. You had a lot of alone time to think of Mystery stories. You have done it for so long now. You convinced yourself that you were a former freelance Detective.”
“It can’t be true.” Jack was now gasping for air.
“Oh but it is.”
“Also I know for a fact that you had been in AA and Rehab for your drinking problem. Which could have also had an impact on why you thought you were a former freelance Detective.”
“Do I still work at Tony’s?” Jack asked.
“No, you are retired. Hard to believe from a job that pays so little.”
“Anyway, I just wanted to bring that bit of information to light for you. So you can hopefully move on from this former Detective persona.”
“Your friend Randy, really admires you, and wants to help you get back to normal.”
“Explain why you’re dressed like me. Please.” Jack said.
“That’s easy, I’m a regular at Tony’s.”
“Go on…” Jack said.
“I think you just saw me quite a few times, you liked my look.” Joe held in a bit of a chuckle at the thought.
“Yeah, I guess that would make sense.” Jack said.
“So between the long hours of working alone as a dishwasher, plus drinking, plus your own imagination. It all amplified this delusion that you were a former freelance Detective.”
“So basically what you’re saying is I don’t have to take any more cases.”
“Bingo again. My friend. I pronounce you Jack Blackwood, a free man.”
Jack's face lit up. No longer confused, or upset about the fact he was never a former freelance Detective to begin with.
“What do I do now?” Jack asked. As he looked on his wall of “solved” cases.
“Well I do suggest you give Tony a call. After I leave.” Joe hands him a business card of Tony’s. “You can verify if this information I have given you is true or made up.”
“I also suggest you continue your AA, and rehab meetings. They will help you.”
“One last thing. Mr. Blackwood…”
“Yeah Joe?”
“Please leave any more cases to the real detectives. I need work too.” He tipped his fedora to Jack.
“Will do, Joe.”
Joe the man with the broken-heart tattoo leaves, and quietly closes Jack’s apartment door.
“Will do.” Jack said to himself looking at Tony’s business card.
#
Jack picks up the phone, and dials Tony’s number.
“Tony here, all day breakfast is served, and lunch special today is chicken fingers, and fries.”
“Hey Tony, Jack here.”
“Hey Jack! Long time no call. How ya doing?”
“I’m alright, I guess.”
“Can I verify some information with ya?”
“Sure.”
“Was I ever a freelance Detective?”
“Not that I am aware of. But you were one hell of a dishwasher here. New guy not nearly as fast as you were. Barely can keep up.”
“Okay, thanks Tony, glad to hear that.”
“No problem Jack. take care buddy.”
“Will do.” Jack replied.
“Will do.”
He looked around at the solved cases on the wall and he lit one last cigarette. This will be the next bad habit to go. He thought to himself.
The End.
Copyright 01/17/2026
~P.C. Snider
Here for your enjoyment is the 3rd Jack Blackwood story. I have one more left to write, then I will probably be taking another break from writing to re-charge. For a bit. We will see. I keep debating on if I am going to continue on writing, or if I wanna somehow continue with Music which was always my first favorite hobby growing up. We will see what happens after I take a break after the next and last Jack Blackwood story is done. I sure do like writing, but I find my inner critic is a lot less noisy when I play Music compared to writing. Anyway I will try, and get to the last Jack Blackwood story later today or tomorrow. I hope you all enjoy reading The Man With The Broken-Heart Tattoo. As much as I enjoyed writing it.
The Man With The Broken-Heart Tattoo By P.C. Snider
Jack Blackwood a former freelance Detective that keeps getting hired instead of retiring. He was able to solve two cases so far. The first one though he did on his own, he didn’t care about getting paid just wanted it to be over with. The Skeleton Glove Killer has been caught, put behind bars.
In the second case, he was hired by a guy named Chad to find out who killed a Jazz Singer named Ashley Smith. He was able to solve that case as well. Was only paid two-hundred dollars for the whole thing. But he was happy with that.
Turns out the second case was the bass player of the band, and she was killed in self-defence.
Anyway, long story short. Jack has two cases now under him, all done and over with.
But now he had gotten another phone call.
Jack picks up his landline rotary phone.
“Jack you there? It’s Randy, from Randy’s Bar.”
“Yeah, I’m here.” Jack said.
“Need your help buddy.”
Jack covers the phone, and sighs. Here we go again. Case number 3.
“What are you looking for Randy?” Jack said
“A friend of mine has been killed.”
“Sorry for your loss.”
“Thanks Jack.”
“Who was he?”
“Actually it’s someone that you also know too.”
“Oh?”
“Benny, your cab driver the last couple times, you left here.”
“The Blues guy?”
“Yep.”
“Please give me a minute.”
“Sure.”
Jack puts the phone down. Sighs. He takes a deep breath.
“Well that’s very unfortunate.”
“Where was he found?”
“Actually he was found not too far from your place. Why I am asking you to do me a favor, and help figure out what happened. If you do this for me, we can call it even on your bar tab.”
“I’ll give it a go. Thanks Randy.”
“No… thank you Jack.”
Jack hangs up the phone. He gets his black trench-coat on, Black Fedora Hat on, his pack of cigarettes, his lighter, and his wallet, and heads out the door.
#
Randy was right. Just three blocks down he sees cops surrounding a man’s body lying face down in a puddle full of ice, and snow.
He taps on the first Cop he sees.
Turns out it’s a woman.
”You must be Jack.” She said,
“Yeah how did you know?”
“Randy called, and told us ahead of time that you were on your way.
“May I have your name?”
“Officer Rebecca Smythe. At your service.”
“She took a bow.”
“Is that Benny?” Jack points to the body.
“Was Benny.”
“Good point.”
“Any leads?”
“Maybe yes, maybe no.” Rebecca replied.
Jack takes a side glance to his right, and sees another mysterious figure, almost dressed exactly like him, black trench coat, black fedora hat, right down to the nitty gritty almost completely identical to him.
“Who’s that guy?” He pointed to his right to show Rebecca the man he saw.
“She says who?”
“That man over there.” Jack turned to point him out again, but the man had vanished into thin air.
“He was there I swear!”
“I don’t see him now…”
“Yeah I know.” Jack sighed.
“So again, any leads on what happened to him?”
Jack points back to the body on the ground.
“Yeah, I guess I’ll make this one easy on ya, since you seem so desperate for answers.” Rebecca said.
“He had a bad rider in his cab. Tried stiffing him for a free ride. Said he didn’t have any cash. As you know, people don’t feel too good about that sort of thing these days. You don’t have cash for something. Then bam. There’s a fight over it. We believe it was a homeless guy named Peter. We got people on the lookout for him already at his usual hangouts.”
“Thanks a lot Officer Smythe. Think I am going head on back to the apartment, I gotta give Randy a call.” Jack said.
“Sounds good Jack. Be safe.” She replied.
“Will do, always try to.” Jack replied. “Thanks.”
“No problem, I didn't want you to hurt your brain on this one. You've been through a lot already. See ya around.”
Jack starts his walk back to his place since it was close by.
#
Back at his apartment, he notices the man that was dressed exactly like him waiting for him at the front door. He hesitates to approach him, but then decides to go for it curiosity has taken over his mind about who he was and why he was at the scene as well dressed like him.
“Hi stranger, my name is Jack.”
“Yeah I know.” The man said in a deep dark almost growling voice.
“May I ask who you are?”
“Sure. Why not.”
The man took out a cigarette from his trench coat in the same manner Jack does, and started to smoke it. He offers Jack one as well.
“Sure, thanks.” Jack said. As he accepted the offer he couldn’t help but notice it was the same brand of cigarettes he likes. Wow not only is this guy dressed like me, but he also likes the same cigarettes. He thought.
“My name is Joe Babcock, I am known for my broken-heart tattoo on my right arm. He rolls up his sleeve to reveal the tattoo to Jack.
Jack sees the tattoo is indeed of a broken-heart.
“Why did you get that particular tattoo?” Jack asked. Feeling already sorry for the man. Since he himself knows the feeling all too well.
“That’s for me to know, and for you not to worry about.” He replied.
“Okay, sorry.” Jack replied.
“No problem, let’s just say I had a really bad circumstance happen to me. We will leave it at that.”
“Okay, anyway, why are you here?”
“Let’s just say I have been hired to keep an eye on you.”
“Oh? By who?”
“Someone you know quite well. Let’s just say he owns a particular bar that you frequently go to.”
“Randy?”
“Bingo, my new friend.”
“Why would he do that?”
“Would you be cool about going inside to your place, and talk more about it?”
“Sure.”
Jack unlocks the front door to his apartment building, and they both head up the stairs.
#
Now in Jack’s apartment Joe takes a look around, he notices he doesn’t see any credentials hanging up on the wall. He also noticed back at the crime scene that Jack never showed his Detective badge to the Officer he was talking to.
Yeah exactly why the guy hired me. Joe Babcock, the man with the Broken-Heart tattoo thought to himself. We will get down to the jest of this in no time. No time at all.
Copyright 01/17/2026
~P.C. Snider
I was successfully able to read 26 books last year. Even with working a day job. You can follow me on Goodreads to see what I am reading. I mainly read Fiction, with the odd Science, Philosophy, or Religion book depending on the mood of what I want to read.
Reading is more of just a hobby for me, same with my writing. I find it a great way to escape, learn, and grow. I'll even read the odd self-help book if I am bored enough--ha ha. Even I need the odd inspiration, and pick-me up.
I wish more people would read more, including myself. Instead of glued to the TV screen. But don't get me wrong I do love watching old Movies, and TV Shows. Not so much new ones. Which some days I am guilty of watching too much TV.
But the main point I am trying to make here, is to try and find a balance between too much TV, and making time to read, reflect, and try to turn the TV off a little bit more every day.
Also, just a brief note, I find the use of Smart Phones, also a cause of people reading less. Remember all the stories that are waiting in books are endless. Not to mention no commercials/ads the majority of the time.
If you have trouble affording books, you can find a whole bunch for free at https://gutenberg.org/ and listen to Audio Books at https://librivox.org/, or your local library.
Anyway hope you all have enjoyed this first, and personal essay.
Sincerely,
~P.C. Snider
Copyright 01/13/2026