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Age Is Just A Number
I was born on January 13th 1989 at six past seven pm. Why? Why that day? Why that hour of the night? Had I been born earlier or later, what…
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The Sewer Under The Lighthouse
You were always against moving away from your family and friends. You didn’t want to leave the city, the coast never appealed to you anyway. You didn’t want to move…
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When a Rooster Crows
When I first saw the stranger, he was standing in front of Lester McCreed’s house. The stranger was dressed simply enough—overalls, a plaid shirt, a brown cap, and one of…
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The Show at the Barn Theater
I performed my heart out on stage, but I don’t think it was enough. It was like moving through tar, with every action every word being forced out of my…
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The Hand That Bites
Mark dutifully pulled his car up to the curb and checked his Super ride-share app. Seeing that the address was correct, he yawned as he drew his hand back through…
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I’ve traveled to parallel universes. The worlds I’ve seen are terrifying
I’m probably signing my own death warrant by writing this account. I know for a fact that I’m breaking at least a dozen federal laws with penalties that could send…
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God’s Accursed Share
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Janowska/Yanivsky was an actual concentration camp in Ukraine during WWII. Its commandant Fritz Gebauer, AKA “the Choker,” and his torture methods were also real. As are the books…
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The mystery of Blackfeather Woods
The following is a collection of official police reports and files from the Stirling County Sheriffs office. They are part of an unsolved criminal investigation and deemed sensitive material. 911…
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Infinity Game Guide
1. A Quick Word: Hey everyone, sorry this took longer than expected, but I was a little freaked out that first week. The smartest really do break hardest. My game…
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The Midnight Guest
The apartment building is quite old. Originally there were two buildings built in the late 80s, both perched above the steep bluff of a small river which runs right through…
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I found a book that does not exist
I found a book that does not exist. It cannot exist because if it does, it means I’ve gone mad. I love books, I always have since I could learn…
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I think my family is cursed by Bram the Toymaker?
The story I am about to tell you is crazy. I had the weirdest, creepiest experience last weekend. And I think people like you want to hear. The curse must…
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“I’m Not Going Anywhere, Baby.”
It has been a little over 8 years since my Dad died. We were so close, I was always his little girl despite being such a rotten kid. Whenever I…
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I Bought a Strange Guitar; I Think the World Is Ending
At this point, there is little that will make any difference. I can protest that I am a victim, I was always a victim, the same as everybody. But I…
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Seven Things in the Spanish Mans Bag
1 November 16, 19987:42pm The sun set as the old Chevy veered along the beaten roads. Over the cliff to the right was what looked like a one-hundred-foot drop, it…
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The Spider and the Orange
Winter is a brutal child of mother nature. It acts like a tyrant as it lays siege all over the land, claiming multiple casualties in its wake. That’s why many…
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Something was Following us When we were Stranded in the Middle of the Sea
"Dad, look!" I looked up from the dusty and dirty old map I had been examining for the past seventeen minutes to see what Liam was pointing at through the…
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White Eyes in Bright Lights
When people ask me about how it is to live in my neck of the woods, the Carolina Piedmont, I'd like to tell them of the rolling hills that lead…
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…And We’re Back
Yesterday… …And we’re back in five… four… three… two… one… [talk-show host] Greg, tell us your thoughts about the movie; the release is only three days after the anniversary of…
Read NowThe Old Railway Station
It’s not the most uncommon thing to find yourself at the receiving end of a horror story in a public gathering. After all, everybody has their ghosts, don’t they? And…
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