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44 Ashbrooke Lane
I was seven when I moved into that house at Ashbrooke Lane. At least that’s what my parents tell me. My recollection of that time is vague. I have memories…
Read NowThe Barrow Woman
Call it sleep paralysis. I don’t care. At this point, I’m used to people throwing explanations and diagnoses at me. Everybody wants to be the one to make sense of…
Read NowAugust 2016 Discussion Post: Which Creepypasta Do You Most Fear?
This month's discussion topic is a mash-up of two suggestions, from Anonymous and Mockingbird: The way I see it, it's likely that whichever creepypasta you personally find the most unsettling…
Read NowThe Lonely Searcher
You’re probably wondering why this notebook is in your seat. But don’t ask me about it, because I’ll purposely ignore you. Don’t get offended, because it’s for your own good…
Read NowThe Last Laugh
In a nearby town, there lives a clown whose laughter fills the air, and in crowded places, with his painted faces he shocks with skill and flair. Through a comic…
Read NowThe Other Side Of The Door
When I was little I always had an overactive imagination, had frequent nightmares, and always thought I saw things going on during the night. I told my mum that every…
Read NowMemory Lane
There was a bright pink tint to the sky and it brought a smile to Jared's face. The light afternoon breeze shook up his dark brown hair, flipping it in…
Read NowFamily of Three Plus One
They follow the same neat routine every day. The boy wakes up to the sound of that unpleasant alarm at 6 AM every morning, Monday through Friday. I listen carefully…
Read NowTick Tock Goes the Clock
“Can you send me the outline over email? That would be way easier,” said Jack, already searching for a taxi as he pushed his way out of the City University…
Read NowThe Lost Chord
Cora ran home from school that day with a knapsack full of half-nibbled biscuits and more questions than her mother had answers. It had started with a music lesson- she…
Read NowThe Dead Zone
I’ve lived in Central Florida my whole life. Disney World, mosquitos, the beach and flip flops are a way of life. I’m used to the sticky hot humidity, the gator…
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What the Happiest Dreams are Made Of
The following originally appeared in a train enthusiast subreddit on October 29th, 2015. The thread did not have an account attached to it, and the original post has since been…
Read NowRicardo’s Ghost
“Play with me,” it said. I stirred in my bed, my eyes drowsy and heavy. A yawn blew out of my mouth. I was seconds away from falling deep into…
Read NowMistress Of The Sea
The Sea raged as the waves crashed into each other like lightning and the skies thundered in anger. It was a night for shipwrecks and mysterious creatures to roam the…
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