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The Fallen
The first thing Courtney noticed as he pulled his beat up old Ford into Rod’s driveway was the massive gash in the field just east of the farmhouse. It was…
Read NowThe Shortcut
It was coming up on Thanksgiving and I wanted to go to my parents house. They lived in Albuquerque, New Mexico, whereas I had moved to Denver,Colorado for college. I…
Read NowReturn to Funland
Please consider reading Funland, by the same author, before proceeding with this story. Thank you! I live in a small town in Massachusetts where nothing big ever seems to happen.…
Read NowSomnambulant
Awake. This time I know where I am, the familiar hum of the bathroom extractor fan brings me back to the world of the living. My shirt is soaked, with…
Read NowTell Them Increase
Honorable C.S.H.M: I was there when it started four years ago to the day. I, the baker and Mathias, my friend the farrier. We walked the quaint cobblestone streets of…
Read NowConstruction Site Entity
To this day, I have no idea what I saw. People I tell seem to not believe me, but I swear this is true. A little background before I get…
Read NowTriumphus de Immaculata
“Shit” I said to myself, as I poured out the last bit of water in my three liter Poland Spring jug into the pot above my portable gas range. I…
Read NowRoadrunner Energy Drink Study: Our Bizarre Outlier
I am a researcher for a small team, and now, I'm facing a moral dilemma. Over the past year, one of our main projects has been the development of a…
Read NowNeverscape
“We’re going down!” Captain Raul Santana yelled over the intercom. “Everybody, brace for impact!” Hazard lights blinked a pulsing symphony of angry red while alarms bleated in terror. The plane’s…
Read NowThe Road to Sarah’s House
11 MILES "How is your relationship with the Harrison boy going?" Asked Sarah's mother. They were sitting in the front room of their enormous house, sipping herbal tea that had…
Read NowThe Dark Mirror at the Eastman Estate
“Drink the blood! Drink the blood!” Tessa jumped and cursed at the ancient African Grey parrot in the silver cage. She had been in her new position only a fortnight…
Read NowSaccharine
Ever since she was small, Patty Carson had been fearful of the dark. As was almost every small child, which is to be expected, since children tend to be afraid…
Read NowAt the roots of the roses
When I was young, I was told my mother committed suicide by jumping from a bridge. Her body wasn’t found, as the river she landed in led to the sea…
Read NowJune 2016 Discussion Post: Creepy Real-World Locations
First of all, a big thank you to Katherine C. for suggesting this month's topic! I was drawing a total blank. If you guys have any suggestions for future discussion…
Read NowMy Old Stomping Grounds
When I was young, we were left unattended. My friends and I rode our bikes deep into the fields and returned at our leisure. We rarely played in the same…
Read NowInternet Friend
Let me get it out there. I am one of those nerds and geeks that spend most of their time sitting in front of their computers, watching YouTube, playing games…
Read NowThat Damn Buzzing Sound
Over the past month, I’ve been hearing this intermittent, buzzing sound. At first, I thought I’d be able to tune it out, but it just became more obnoxious over time.…
Read NowRising Tides
Rising Tides: Written in the Style of M.R. James By J. Bailey-Hartsel Some time ago, I was asked by several former colleagues to tell them a ghost story. We had…
Read NowThe Cellar
“So how much farther until we find this ‘really awesome place’ that I just ‘had to see’?” Patricia asked impatiently, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She pushed aside a low-hanging…
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Hoodie (The Hooded Man)
Have you ever been influenced by clothing? I don't mean confidence by looks. Have you ever been given more control than ever by an item, or a truth, or just…
Read NowClaustrophobia
Things have simply not been the same for Dalton Whitworth since the carriage accident. Colors are not as vivid – music not nearly as pleasurable. Every meal he consumes is…
Read NowBetween the Walls
I had never been frightened by anything. Sure, I’ve always been fearful of things like terrorism, bankruptcy, drunk drivers… but nothing paranormal. Ghosts, goblins, ghouls, and the like. Not out…
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