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Pale White Eyes
I would often wander around the lake during the night. It was so silent there; I would just sit at the base of the water and listen to the nothingness…
Read NowThe Memory Card
Growing up I was always a curious child. I always wondered what was behind all the “Authorized Personnel Only” doors and in the “Classified” folders. It didn’t have to be…
Read NowYou Are Being Transferred To The Operator
I had had enough of the running around, the missed calls, the signed cards: I had had it with the second guessing, hiding behind my curtains and hearing nothing but…
Read NowYmir’s Get
The first sign of trouble had been the night before it started in earnest. Sarah had been talking to Rebecca, that’s her sister, even though it had gotten rather late.…
Read NowThicker Than Water
"A graveyard’s cross stood before a hobo. Clouds were gathering in the skies, enveloping the moon – the last source of light in this ominous hour. Maple leaves, red and…
Read NowThe Whisperer
I grew up listening to all sorts of scary stories from my parents, and my grandparents, but I never really believed in anything supernatural firmly. This was, though, till one…
Read NowReflections
I woke up in a room that was all too familiar. “I’m having the dream again," I thought to myself, the same dream I’d been having for weeks before that.…
Read NowGraduation
Westley was rich. Not in the manor in which he was stuck up or thought he was better than everyone else, but in the manner where the only friends he…
Read NowAre You Still There?
Chatroom log transcribed by *name expunged* on *date expunged*. Screen names presumably substituted by account holders' real names for easier reference. Whether incident described was real or fabricated cannot be…
Read NowReflection
Unless you wish to experience endless nights without sleep, the painful insomnia sent from the devil himself, don't look. If you're one of those lucky enough to fall asleep after…
Read NowThe Father
When we are speaking of the supernatural, of the disturbing, of the grotesquely weird and disgusting, we consider only the monsters themselves. We see the twitching limbs and sharp teeth,…
Read NowPerching In the Trees
My brother and I were always the best of friends. We were only a year apart, with him being older, and we spent nearly all of our time together. We…
Read NowMarch 2014 Discussion Post: Favorite Fictional Character
One frequent discussion in the comments both here and over at Crappypasta is what, exactly, makes a good character. Some people seem to eschew any detail about the character's traits…
Read NowAbigail’s Run
October 31st 1691 ‘’Hurry,’’ Deliverance whispered, her voice softer than the light breeze which tousled her lank grey hair. ‘’Bury it, child, bury it deep.’’ Tucking a wayward strand of…
Read NowAmong the Trees
For several nights I have seen a man vanish into the woods behind my home; a man that I do not recognize. It started three nights ago. I thought nothing…
Read NowThe King of Worms
Nature is said to be the holder of true beauty, there are people who swear by this and believe it so foolhardily. I believed this too for a time, I…
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