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The Curse Of Imagination
“Why does a writer write? Because they must.” -Anton Richards These words have been repeating in my head for the last week. They pound in my brain like a jackhammer.…
Read NowNo Death Day
When I was 16 I murdered my best friend, and two minutes later he returned the favour. I remember that fateful night as if it were yesterday, and unfortunately those…
Read NowMy Wife is the Only One who can See Something is wrong
It was the sound of sobs, soft...muffled, miserable and tinged with a sort of echoing hollowness, that woke me. It was furitive, almost guilty misery..but with the strange quality of…
Read NowWhat Hunts in the Snow
The truck's heater blasted hot air. Wipers squeaked across the windshield, clearing away the snow that melted on contact. The Deputy hummed along with the radio as it blared a…
Read NowThe Sun Hates All
I remember the day that the red angels came. It was a hot, scorching day. So hot that the roads began to melt. So hot that it was dangerous to…
Read Now5 Creepy Locations on Google Maps for Eerie Adventures
Today, we definitely would not be able to get to an unknown territory and still be aware of the location without Google Maps. This app has made it incredibly easy…
Read NowThat Which Is Molded
I was born into this world made from the Earth from soil and bones, from that which is dead and that which is living. My creator formed me in the…
Read NowThe Perfect Street
The realtor said it was ‘a steal’. Newlywed couple, twenty-nine and thirty, freshly out of their cramped city apartment, wide-eyed with love and future and starter-savings. A sunny cul-de-sac. Green…
Read NowDennis got a gun
It was October 1st of 1967, and the campus of Montauk University sat quiet and still in the new morning hours. The sky was dark, street lamps bright, and all…
Read NowBreaking Resolutions
Year after year, after year. Resolutions are made and broken in moments. “I’ll start tomorrow.” “I have plenty of time to finish.”“Oh well, I’ve already failed. Might as well try…
Read NowMy dog is walking on two legs
I live alone in a secluded house in the mountainous region near Petrópolis. It’s a quiet place, surrounded by dense forest, perfect for anyone looking to escape the chaos of…
Read NowI’m a personal trainer at a 24-hour gym. I found out why the night shift clients lose weight so fast
January is the month of lies. If you’ve worked in the fitness industry as long as I have, you eventually learn to hate the calendar. January 2nd marks the beginning…
Read NowWhat Crawls Within
The squad car kicked up dust as it rolled down Ashbury Lane, one of the last streets in Seneca Vale that anyone still called home. Deputy Dale Hargreaves watched the…
Read NowA Story for The Sleepless
Before I get into explaining this post, I just need to get this out there- if there’s a website that’s forcing you to deal with horrible moderation, and extremely constricting…
Read Now5 Haunted Places in South Korea Where K-horror Turns to Reality
South Korea is an incredibly popular destination for tourists due to its rich history, diverse culture, and numerous other attractions. While the whole country is full of endless sights to…
Read NowThe Rainbow Place
Most people think of the dark when they imagine where monsters hide. They fear the shadows, the closets, the space beneath the bed where the sun doesn't reach. They are…
Read NowCloser to Heaven
The driver talked the entire way to the shore, seemingly unable to keep his mouth closed. He blabbered on and on about how shitty the weather was, how hard his…
Read NowI Lead a Death Cult
DO YOU KNOW what nitrogen hypoxia is? It’s how I’ve chosen to die. Our state is the sixth to adopt this method, behind Alabama, Arkansas, Louisiana, Mississippi, and Oklahoma. Some…
Read NowThe Haruo Reel
I work as a digital restoration specialist for a boutique distribution company in Los Angeles. We handle high-end Blu-ray and 4K releases of cult classics—mostly Italian Giallo or obscure Hong…
Read NowPeripheral
I still remember the night it happened. I was nine. We were driving home from my grandma’s house late, rain pounding the windshield so hard the wipers couldn’t keep up.…
Read NowLeave It Be
It seemed as if I were awakening from a dream when I snapped to in the middle of the sidewalk, stopping in my tracks while people behind me yelled as…
Read NowThe Fallen Leaves Tell A Story
The fallen leaves tell a story…They tell of our sacrifice, the pledge we must make for our survival…Our offerings of worship, our offerings of life…Through our planes it drove. The…
Read NowLost Traditions
1 This was a long-time coming writing this. Not even completely sure what you would call it, but for me it’s an explanation to what had occurred so many years…
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