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Cigarettes Will Kill You
There was a time when I was younger that I didn't let the people around me know that I smoked cigarettes or was a regular fan of vaping. My best…
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Little Lucy
Grandma Elouise had strictly forbidden everyone in the family from going into the attic of her old farmhouse. She insisted that the ceiling door was far too heavy, and that…
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Have You Ever Been to Bunnyman Bridge?
“Dude, you’ve never heard of Bunnyman Bridge?” I had been living in Virginia for less than six months when my buddy Scott asked me this question. I was a recent…
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Beyond Vantablack
I have a friend, Tomas, who works as a freelance artist creating booths and installations for event shows. He’s quite talented at designing interactive presentations for companies to showcase their…
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My Boyfriend Investigated A Strange Noise on Halloween
I've always enjoyed Halloween. It's a great holiday, it's fun, and above all, I like getting scared. All these reasons make it like Christmas for me and my family. My…
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Smiling Jane Doe
At no point during the night was she more than a half-mile from the police station, but the park was thinly lit, and the road snaked through forest in both…
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I Found a Lost Little Girl at a Halloween Attraction
God, I wish we hadn’t changed our Halloween routine last year. For three years, ever since they have been old enough, we have done the same thing, go trick or…
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Projection
Too many sages and soothsayers to reference, those thoughtful idiots, have lambasted the youth with the wizardry of profundity. They had answers to the esoteric. Of Life. Of Death. Of…
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The Candy Man
“The Candy Man can 'cause he mixes it with love, and makes the world taste good.” ~Willy Wonka Every town has its ghost stories. Maybe it’s the haunted house on…
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The Ice Cream Man
Little Johnny got a fudge pop laced with razors. Susan got an orange pop filled with hydrochloric acid. Billy got Dip N' Dots dipped in fire ant poison. 97 more…
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The Town That Banned Halloween
For seven consecutive years, no one has gone trick-or-treating in Bigelow County. In fact, no one in that rural, God-fearing little town celebrates Halloween. At all. Under pressure from concerned…
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Welcome To IRIS
I lost my laptop for a few days, and after a thorough search of my apartment, I retraced my steps to an internet café called Trista’s that I occasionally visit. I…
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Where the Nightmares Go
The sun shone dimly through gray skies, barely illuminating a vague dirt road upon which a young teen walked. The young man was tired, fighting off fatigue as he forced…
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An Open Letter To My Daughter’s Killer
An open letter to the killer of Samantha B. If you’re somehow able to read this wherever you are now, know that I will find you. No father should have…
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One Last Trick-or-Treat
It's that time of the year again. I know how I’m going to be spending Halloween. Same way I have for the past two years, slowly nursing a beer in…
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The True Legend of Friday The 13th
Slow is the smolder of fire igniting in flesh. The skin cracks and dries and powders to ash, incinerating extremities long before flame penetrates to vital systems. The eyes will…
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Gramma’s Teeth
When I was just a little kid, my grandmother on my mother's side once scared the living shit out of me. I've never forgotten that terrifying moment of my youth.…
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Spearhead Unlit Frontier
The message has been smuggled via a plaintext file saved to a MicroSD that I pray survives its trip to the surface. If the journalist or civilian receiving this can…
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Room to Spare
The Stanwyck Ghost Tours used to be a tradition in my hometown around Halloween. It was always cheap and heavy on the schlock. Hammy tour guides, cheesy music, cheap decorations.…
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Rattle-Face Fever
The new epidemic is already beyond its patient zero. Whether or not I am infected, I am confident that Mr. Bridestar will soon have me murdered. He will do this…
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Jamie Lee Curtis and the Night They Filmed Halloween On Our Street
Sometimes when you’re a kid, you dream shit that you don’t tell your parents. And it’s not because what you dreamt was so bad, but because you have no words…
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It Came From the Haunted House Across the Street
After my dad shared his Halloween tale about the disappearance of his best friend Jake and the town’s O-Lantern Man urban legend, I asked him if he would tell me…
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Be Home by Midnight on Halloween Night
Growing up, my dad would tell me scary stories, ones he claimed he experienced during his childhood. His stories would both fascinate and terrify me. As I grew older, the…
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