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The Lighthouse Project
In early April of 2016, a study was conducted on the psychological effects of solitary confinement under the influence of lights. It was on a Sunday morning when tragedy transpired…
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It Had My Mother’s Voice
The head of yet another six-inch nail is forced crudely into the hard flesh of what feels like the millionth wooden plank, its end contorted by the panicked blow it…
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I Think I’m Trapped in a Sitcom
Room 371. Some hotel near the Cape. I was on a business trip with my boss, closing in on the final set of investors we needed to launch our latest…
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My DNA Genealogy Test Shattered Everything I Thought I Knew About My Life
I sat against the red and brown brick wall outside the police station, knees tucked into my chest. My heavy breaths clouded in front of me as the cold winter…
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Midnight Visit
The darkness of the nighttime sky hangs like a shroud cloaking the Earth in mystery. The shroud is empty, devoid of the decorations that usually dot its fabric every hour…
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Stay Away From the Angels
I was a bloody mess. After the twelve car pile-up on the freeway, it was a miracle I was even conscious, albeit just barely. There was only one hospital within…
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The night I drank with Stingy Jack
Have you ever heard the legend of Stingy Jack? No? Well, no matter. I’d never heard of him either, not until I had the misfortune of meeting the shifty bastard…
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Hold on Tight
The air was cotton candy and popcorn. The mood was light. Children did as children did, running and jumping and laughing and crying and fighting, at varying intervals, sometimes all…
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Hitchhiker’s Haven
My name is Noah Ryley, and I like to burn things. It had all started when I was nine, after my parents separated. Custody was granted to my mother since…
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After Death
"Alright, Jack. Are you ready?" After being strapped down by the orderlies, an older gentleman with a white coat stepped over and looked down at me as my back caressed…
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Paradisal Sequence
"Did you see that?" "Hmm?" "There's an animal in the lake," I took off my sunglasses and sat up, looking at where she pointed at to see small ripples breaking…
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The City Forgotten
Whatever exists between the worlds of the known and the unknown is a mystery to me. I know only the things I have seen and experienced in this realm: in…
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If You Find An Old Temple In The Grizzly Peaks, Leave It Alone!
It all started about twelve years ago, when Yuki and I were climbing in the Colorado mountains, near the Grizzly Peaks. It was summer, and the snow was melting in…
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Dreamcatcher
Grey sea beneath a grey sky. Tossed carelessly between the waves, I cling desperately to the promise of air. Something awaits me within the water’s depths; I’m certain of it.…
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Things Darker Than Man
It was 3.00 AM on July 17th, 2004 when I found myself outside the site of the seventh murder in four weeks. My partner Jim McAllister and I had been…
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The Room 371 Experiment
The room was one of many. Experiments that allowed us to tamper with the fabric of space-time in an enclosed location; to toy with the delicate laws of our physical…
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Those Deep, Dark Wells
The terrible thing happened at night—as most terrible things do. While I click-clicked away at my home job as a transcriptionist, I’d often watch the boys playing in the backyard.…
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Unconscious Objection
I couldn't sleep. I didn't want to sleep. Sleep has eluded me for several days at this point, but to sleep is to give up and let guilt destroy me.…
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The Big Man of Arden Street
I’ve lived in the same house my entire life. I grew up here, and now I’m raising my own family under this roof. Our home is no mansion…far from it.…
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The Late-Night Creature Feature in Pompeii, Indiana
There is an almost universal feeling of discomfort and unease that a person experiences when they see a deserted place that their mind tells them should be full of people.…
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Fit For A King
When I turned sixteen, my Dad gave me a book. The leather cover was so old and worn that I couldn’t even read the title. “This was given to me…
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Long Fingers
For as long as I could remember, my Uncle Chet was always a strange fellow. I can still imagine him clearly, even after all these years. He was a gaunt,…
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