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Graffiti Joe
It was the Christmas season. It had just gotten dark, as I was finally able to leave the office that night after working overtime. The streets were damp from the…
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White Christmas
Living in lower Alabama, we rarely receive snow. I spent most of my life wishing for a white Christmas, a white Christmas that never came. I have only seen snow…
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Tonight’s Entertainment
In the dark of the night, little children often feel as if they see demons in their closet, and as if someone is watching them. The inky blackness of the…
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Pretty Paper
One contrary wheel wobbled erratically as Thomas Moon pushed against the weighted shopping cart. He looked down at the mountain of Christmas presents and imagined his poor wallet gasping for…
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My Old Home Videos Showed Me a Life I Never Lived
No matter what you see in the coming months, regardless of how convincing it might seem; Know that I didn't want to die. I'm going to take all possible steps…
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Christmas, 1996
“Someone has taken their love of fear one step too far.” Don LaFontaine’s iconic voice emitted from the television set. I ran over to the TV cabinet, nearly knocking over…
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My Grandmother Left Behind Some Really Dark Secrets
I really don’t know where to start with this except to say that my grandmother, God rest her soul, has never been a mystery to me. She was an open…
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The First Day of School
My father is a construction manager and because of his career, we have to move around the country every few years. In my 15 years, I have lived in six…
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It Wasn’t a Reindeer
“Christ,” I muttered to myself, as the first flakes of snow started to fall. They gathered in fuzzy clumps over the windshield before my wipers cleared them away. I’d been…
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Old Man Winter
Thank you for coming, doctor. I honestly didn't think the renowned psychoanalyst, Jeffrey Gilland, would see me. Then again, it isn’t every day you are handed the opportunity to interview…
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The Marwyndoon
Forgive me if I'm curt, but I've had a shitty night. And honestly? I don't see it getting any better. I don't know where my girlfriend is. My clothes smell…
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Toys in the Attic
Christmas has always been a hard time for me. Childhood memories of bickering relatives, drunken tirades, and hostile dinner conversations made me wince at the mere mention of the holiday.…
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Acts of Vengeance
The bell above the door rang noisily as I entered the bookshop. My hopes of just browsing through the books without attracting the attention of a well-intentioned but usually annoying…
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A Cat in the Dark
This is a story about an old Welsh witch. It was All Hallows’ Day, 1 November 1974, when the people of my village awoke to find that my house had…
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My Neighbor Is Using Power Tools Past 10 PM
I swear I’m not being that pedantic asshole neighbor. Noise ordinance starts at 10 pm and most people respect it because there are a lot of young kids in the…
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Halloween 64
I had heard rumors of the game’s existence on various gaming sites and messages boards, but I never thought it was actually real. I spent a little over a year…
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A Summer of Wolves
Part I Six years ago, if you’d asked me about the supernatural, I would have told you that it was a pretty entertaining show I’d seen on TV but none…
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My Father Punished Me When I Talked to Ghosts
I’ve been blind since birth. As I grew up, everything was described to me in such vivid detail that I didn’t even realize why it was that important to see,…
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The Hiker’s Lapse
Maintaining a steady pace—placing one foot in front of the other, trudging along as he'd done for the past four months—Sam felt the distance growing between himself and the Creek.…
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The Girl the Universe Forgot
The Mandela Effect. That phrase never meant anything to me. Spooky, I guess, but it wasn’t something I thought about for more than five minutes. I mean, honestly, until college,…
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The Sound of Sirens
The only thing worse than motorway driving, is night-time motorway driving. The drizzle doesn’t help, glittering the glare of headlights and streetlights across the windscreen before the wipers smear it…
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In Our Town
In our town, you prayed for a boy when you first felt that kick in your belly. Mama said she cried the day I came out of her, she was…
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