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Doppelgänger Ritual IV
Department of Parapsychology, London. Item no. 1282. 15/03/1996. Found in the sub-basement of Gallowsditch House, Highgate Village, London . Item is a box containing papers and broken shards of mirror.…
Read NowExplain This?
I am 53 years old, and the memory of this experience, which occurred when I was 11, the sheer terror I felt, is still as fresh as the night it…
Read NowWill You Play With Me?
I never wanted to reveal my story, but it has to be done. It's been so long, and nobody's known. But now I confide in you, the reader, to read…
Read NowIce and Bone
I was struggling to identify something, anything, within the icy presence swirling around me. For eight years I had anticipated and feared this day. My eyes were rushing from side…
Read NowSlenderman Doesn’t Exist
"Slenderman isn't real." That's how this story starts. That's how this story will most likely end. I don't lie. My name is Raksha, and this is my story. "Slenderman isn't…
Read NowThe Sounds of Love
Everyone hates addressing “the elephant in the room”. The elephant in my room was the loud creaking, shaking and obnoxious moaning above it. As a graduate of biology, I understand…
Read NowCrime Scene
I walked up to an old house in shambles. It sits in the middle of a farm in rural Wisconsin. The paint was faded almost entirely off the wood paneling…
Read NowHell Of A Water Bill
Alberto Nujas scrambles out of bed, quickly glancing at the clock. It’s two thirty-two in the morning, but when you gotta go, you gotta go. Alberto closes the bathroom door…
Read NowA Horrid Nightmare
Sam knelt down before her mother’s grave. Tears welled up in her deep brown eyes with remembrance and sorrow. She felt a large sturdy hand on her back; it was…
Read NowStorm-weathered and Fear-worn
Seven feet tall. Skin gray and pallid. Eyes of pure black. Breath fetid and rotting. The smell of decay upon its lips. Wings, paper-thin and laced with veins. Blood of…
Read NowThe Handsome Soldier
As a little girl growing up, my parents always tried to protect me by telling me legends and tales. My city is pretty notorious for strange behavior or paranormal happenings…
Read NowThe Girl in White
I was always a quiet child. I preferred playing alone outside to being around people. My dad thought it was because I was socially undeveloped, my mom was convinced I…
Read NowThe Greatest Downfall
I hope someone discovers this. I write to no one in particular, in hopes that this can be read by all. I write this with the intention of giving a…
Read NowThe Shadow
Boxes. Boxes everywhere. Stacked on top of each other, scattered messily around the warehouse and some were torn open as if a child had been rummaging through them. The boxes…
Read NowNew Layout Being Tested Out Temporarily
As you've probably noticed, there's a new layout currently up and running. This was created in response to the frequent complaints that I was receiving about the white text on…
Read NowUnknown Number
"JESUS!!" I cried. Being jolted from a half dose at a quarter to midnight by my new 'Halloween theme' ringtone didn’t do wonders for my heart-rate, especially since I'd momentarily…
Read NowThe Plague Artist
If you're reading this right now, it means I am no longer of this world. Either I've committed suicide or the Plague Artist has grown bored with my existence. I…
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