As of late, I'm losing more and more sleep each night. I stay up at night, watching the windows, knife in hand. Not much good it'll do if that thing is real... I guess I ...

I forgot who I was for a moment. My memory burnt out before flashing back in an instant. The bloodied knife in my hand and the body on the wet Manhattan concrete in front of ...

Well, here goes. I guess you could call this my last will, although that isn’t really what it is. I’d say it’s more of a confession than anything, but honestly I‘m not really even sure ...

Heather was at her friend Jenny’s house one afternoon.  It was just after school and Jenny’s parents hadn’t arrived home from work yet.  It was just the two of them, and they were engrossed in ...

(This is an old poem that kids used to sing, during the middle ages. Its source is still unknown today.) If you see a great tall man, don't worry, he is a friend. Don't ask ...

You’re walking down a road near to a park. It’s dark, cold and wispy. The moon is slowly emerging through the smoke like clouds, giving a appealing glow. The wind is harshly blowing towards you, ...

There I was, at the front entrance to Camp Slenderwood. The beginning of my 7 day long prison sentence had begun. I never was into the outdoors; I much preferred staying inside browsing the internet ...

It was your average evening. The normally blue skies were turning a pale orange as the sun set, the evening breeze was rolling in, making everything a bit more relaxed and a little less hot ...

She lived in a small apartment with her husband and two dogs. Since the building was old and the walls were thin, every noise made in the entryway and living room could be heard from ...

So the other day the library calls to have my department do some computer work for them. Usually they have their own IT staff, but sometimes our department will go over there to help setting ...

I opened the front door of the old house where I grew up and felt the odd aroma of dust rush into my nose. The first step I take makes a rickety board beneath me ...

You're lying in bed fast asleep, until you hear a knock at your window. You wake up, contemplating on whether or not the sound was just your imagination, until you hear it again. Confused, you ...

I was a temporary project director for Bethesda's game development department for a short period of time during the launch of their fourth installment to The Elder Scrolls saga, Oblivion. From early 2004 until its ...

Outside, the night air breathes, shaking the tree branches and making you so much gladder that you were inside, snuggled up on the couch. You had just changed the channel, from cartoons to the news ...

No one knows where they came from. Or if anyone did they have no way of letting people know now. The ‘war’ was over in a matter of weeks. Skin Walkers we called them. They ...

The following excerpt is from the personal journal of Walter Harris Junior collected after his disappearance which took place on June 7th, 1946. This documentation is only for the personal witness, study and possession of ...