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In the Water
I work in a psych ward. It’s a really strange ward, however. Most people have either done something horrific or had something unordinary happen to them. The unordinary happenings were…
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I’m An Academic Postdoctoral Researcher And I Have Some Stories The Public Should Know
I need to get some weight off my chest and honestly, I don’t know where else it would be appropriate or believed than here. I'm probably telling you all this…
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The Silhouette
The wind whipped through William's hair as he finished strapping down his load. The smell of metal and his dirty tarp assaulted his nose as the wind blew across the…
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A Ghost-less Sheet
The house was unbearably still. Not even a bug dared to move in the dust that covered the old oak floor, for even they were terrified of what crept in…
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The Black Rock Chapel Horror part three
Read part one here Read part two here With haste, the pair quietly exited the sanctuary and walked through the town that saw it’s citizens begin making their way to…
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Does the story remind you of the two gravediggers who open a grave to get the ring of the dead and while they cut her finger, she opens her eyes,…
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I Investigate Disturbing Cases: Here Are My Stories – Hammerhead
Usually, I start these stories off with some kind of message about police work. But today, all I have for you is this. Life is a bastard. It was a…
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The Black Rock Chapel Horror part two
Read part one here Father Carroway wandered about in the ever-extended void of subconscious. Unable to feel or perceive anything anymore, he wondered if he had indeed perished through either…
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Face Mask Required
The stillness wakes me. Not that pleasant quiet after a winter snow, or the comfortable silence of a sleeping house, but a heavy blanket of non-sound, as if even the…
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The Black Rock Chapel Horror part one
“Have you come to relieve your burden unto the Lord?”, asked the elder priest from behind the blind of the confession booth. Silence hung to answer the offer. The elder…
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The Black Cards
I met Archie Palmer, for the first time in over three years about two weeks ago. Predictably enough I’d crossed paths with him as he stumbled shiftily out from a…
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Dying Light
The light of the camp fire offered little comfort to the panic that surged through him. His blood might as well have been pure adrenaline. His senses were on high…
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They Were Devils
I was discussing Creepypasta’s with my grandfather. He had never heard the term before, and kind of snickered at it. After I explained to him what they were, he said,…
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I Worked As An Overnight Security Guard At a Local College. I Quit After Seeing Something In the Parking Lot
I had just gone through a pretty rough divorce a few months ago. For the brief two years my ex and I were married, most of our nights ended up…
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What Waits in the Cold
Jess steadied her breath as she saw the buck. She was behind a fallen log dug deep into the blanket of snow that lay across the ground. She brought her…
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My Best Friend Became a Murderer
My buddy Gavin had always tried to be a superhero. Yes. You read that right. Not he always loved superheroes – not even that he always wanted to be a…
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Did you hear the Ice Cream Man last night?
I used to think of Hell as a faraway place. For those of you out there who still hold that belief, this piece of my life is for you. Don’t…
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File Number 1
It was around two years ago that I first found the files. There were twenty of them, carefully arranged and bound up inside brown paper folders, each one stamped and…
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The Escape of Amanda Waylan
Amanda awoke with a painful feeling of dread deep within her gut. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, her fear was justified. Nothing has changed. Her coffee table was…
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My Worst 911 Call
I have been a 911 dispatcher for about three years now. I don’t know how my life eventually led me to work in this field, but somehow it happened. As…
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Crawley’s Gate
The ocean wind clutches at my upturned collar as I write this on the deck of the ferry, bearing up at the rising silhouette of the approaching island through the…
Read NowFile Number 1
It was around two years ago that I first found the files. There were twenty of them, carefully arranged and bound up inside brown paper folders, each one stamped and…
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