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Digger of the Dead
Many people ask me why I would ever choose the field of grave digging as my chosen career. Why choose such a depressing and creepy job when I could be…
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The Light Hungers
It has been the way of things since the dawn of time. Evil has always been birthed by darkness. The strong feed on the weak and the lesser. Not always…
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Confessions Of A Fisherman In A Town Called Langurst
Langurst is a small place, quaint and quiet. A seaside village which I’d never seen the outside of. The comforting sound of the salt waves breaking against rock was seldom…
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Confessions of a Forester
I work for the US Forest Service. A lot of interesting to fairly abnormal happenings have occurred during my 20+ years of service with FS. Reading the experiences of others…
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Nell’s House
Everybody’s got a story. I don’t believe in ghosts but if you ever asked me if I’d been somewhere haunted, this is the story I’d tell. Down the road I…
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Summer Nights
Summer nights in the small college town were something straight out of a Pulp magazine: a risqué combination of nostalgia, science fiction and impossible stories. Every year from May to…
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The Dantalion Sequence
I could feel the blood trickle from my fingertips on both hands, but I felt no pain. I was aware they were bleeding, but I felt no motivation to take…
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Jerry Southerland
I have sat with the knowledge of that night for ever such a long time now. I have flirted with the idea of telling someone – maybe the police –…
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Children of Light (part 5)
Read part one here Read part two here Read part three here Read part four here Sometimes, you have time to introspect in life or death situations. Most of the…
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The Dowsing of Bolsom Ranch
Water divining did not come as natural to me as it did for my grandfather. He could reveal a well in Death Valley at the peak of summer. My sisters…
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Which One Was The Real Thing?
I heaved a sigh of relief after closing the hallway door and glanced down at the skittish little furry friend at my feet. My dog, Chip, practically latched himself to…
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Children of Light (part 4)
Read part one here Read part two here Read part three here “I want to stay here.” Salem’s announcement was met with silence from everyone settled around York’s small dining…
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The Museum of Humanity’s Final War
I’m not going to tell you much about myself. I won’t recount my life story here, if only because it isn’t relevant. Suffice to say, I’m an ordinary guy with…
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Into the Velvet Hallways
In 2017, I tasted death for the first time. Naturally speaking, I wasn’t dead, but I wasn’t alive either; I do not know what I was, or where I was.…
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Children of Light (part 3)
Read part one here Read part two here He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know. He couldn’t know… Right? I have always thought that, when faced with a killer, I would…
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The Man Who Ate Ghosts
The days all started with the briefing room—a wall-to-wall palette of aged pastels and stark, hospital grayness. In the center of our little room, an oval-shaped table dominated the space…
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Children of Light (part two)
Read part one here Cold. It comes on quickly at first, but slowly creeps over your entire body until an agonizingly comfortable numbness spreads over you, and finally you freeze…
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The Night Ice Cream Truck
It was late one evening, and I was sat at my kitchen table, just typing away on my laptop, working on my latest screenplay. You see, I am a horror…
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Hel Ward 54
When James and Linda Scott welcomed the arrival of their first daughter Ella Marie. Nothing seemed to be better. The pregnancy was a text book scenario. Nine months of classes,…
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