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Bhangarh Fort
I’m Richard Davies, a second generation Indian American and an ex internet celebrity. What made me famous you ask? Well, I’m a ghost hunter. Though technically I don’t really hunt…
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Nothing was working. Garlic, one of the hokier vampire myths, was completely useless. He was prepared for that. It had bounced ineffectually off the tumbling wave of raking claws and…
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They Came With Red Lightning
Something fell with a thud on the roof in front Daniels window. It made a sliding noise as it dragged itself across the slope of the roof and with another…
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The Black Rock Chapel Horror Part 4
Read Part One here Read Part Two here Read Part Three here Inside the hallway to the sanctuary, the clutter of overturned mahogany and discarded crucifix trinkets littered the long…
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Wrong Turn On Light Road
Dak and Chadwick each lit up a smoke and cracked their windows, the excitement of a good day fishing warming their spirits despite the cold wind that suddenly filled the…
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Home Alone
These events took place 20 years ago and are still fresh in the memories of those who have lived it, who even resorted to drugs to eliminate them from their…
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10 Best Horror Movies Based on Books
If you’re a horror buff, nothing can be more rewarding than reading a book and then seeing a movie based on it or vice versa. Watching the movie after reading…
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When The Lights Go Out
Have you ever had that feeling in the pit of your stomach when you feel like something bad is going to happen? It is a new level of anxiety that…
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It’s Inside Your House
It wakes you. Not the moan of a withered hag or the fleeting voice of a dead man, but the low trill of wind slipping past your window. Air being…
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Night of the Burning Men
We awoke around midnight to the incessant blaring of sirens. Donned in their slippers and nightgowns, a few brave souls ventured onto their porches while most of us remained inside,…
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I am the Boot
When I was a teenager, I read George Orwell’s seminal novel, 1984. Written during the late 1940’s, Orwell’s work depicts a dystopian future under a brutal authoritarian regime. Many aspects…
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Stormbound
I had been a forty nine-er and a lucky one at that. Having made a small fortune in gold, that is to say, enough to put a substantial stake in…
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I Was Trapped In A Phone Booth
I'm currently attending a night course at a local college. It takes me one hour to walk back to my apartment, but I don't mind walking alone at night. It…
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The Dark Waters of Apa Moarta
Said to be christened Apa Moarta, or ‘Dead Water’, by a passing Romanian caravan in their native tongue, and tucked away in a far-flung, scarcely populated, staunchly isolationist region of…
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One Last Crimson Heart
One last crimson heart. That's all there was. John stood in the storage closet-like room, barely breathing. The only light was a sliver from the hallway and a flickering incandescent…
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An Open Letter to Those Deprived of Sleep
I can’t fall asleep. Not for the reason you may think. This isn’t “I ate too much before bed, and now I can’t stop trying to try to fall asleep”-…
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The Squeeze
The fear has been with me for as long as I can remember. I don’t know if I was born scared, or whether the fear first came to me during…
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Sandy Dunes
Wind blew across the dunes as the Sun bore down on the desert sands. Three men staggered across the parched earth, mildly delirious from dehydration and hunger. Sergeant McKay squinted…
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The Masked Mimic
Time, everything was taking too much time. Cassius crushed the elevator button into the wall, continuing to press it repeatedly. His eyes stayed glued to the numbers above the doors.…
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Hell’s Landlord
It is 1894. Fog hangs heavy on this cold, still, San Francisco night. Madame Grace, a young woman of African descent, stands before the door of a dark, three-story, Victorian-style…
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