That rusty hinge creak you hear in your mind’s ear means that once again is flinging open its vault of new horror, fantasy and (un)true crime. We’re pursuing a more open door policy in other ways too — including, at last, a comments section (beneath each author’s bio). Weigh on in with your reactions to any of our stories.  With today’s tale, meet a meditative mummy caught in limbo between self actualization and worm meat in Jon Michael Kelley’s “The Tended Field of Eido Yamata.”  Sunday, we’ll be back with our final yarn, an artful crime committed “With Wicked Cunningness.”  In the meantime, feel free to stalk yer humble co-editor at