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A lost paramilitary tape from the 1990’s has been rediscovered. Do not watch it.
The following transcript is taken from a Gardai Missing Personâs Report dated 5th December 2020. The subjectâs name is Paul OâShea, aged 32 years. Mr OâShea is (or was) a mature PhD student at the School ...
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The Capitol Insurrection Was Worse Than You Thought
January 6th, 2021, probably one of Americaâs darkest days. If you havenât heard, on January 6th, a mob of people broke into the US Capitol building in an attempt to stop the confirmation of the 2020 ...
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The Ocean Men
He tried not to get too close to the man because he smelled like salty chum and rotten fish. Eventually, the scent receded as he went inside the cabin for a nap, leaving Dr. Peters alone ...
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The Looming Person
I am out of time. I have to tell all of you before it is too late. For weeks it has been following me everywhere and now it is here, in this very room. I don't ...
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I Witnessed the Birth of Something Unholy
My hometown is residence to a large, and long abandoned, psychiatric hospital. Its official name was the Johnathan H. Murnow Regional Psychiatric Hospital (named after the founder). Everyone else that didnât work there called it âMurnowâs ...
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An Afternoon Appointment
Every day, the same client visits in different forms, and every day this metamorphic changeling wishes to have his or her head rubbed, hair played with, or to be read to. When will it be enough? ...
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I Investigate Disturbing Cases: Here Are My Stories – The Woman
They say that everyone has a case that haunts them. Personally, if it's just one case, then clearly, whoever "they" are isn't doing very good police work. Being a detective is gritty and bleak. You aren't ...
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My Home, My Castle
You know life can be really strange. It can be really strange to those of us that choose to live out were few people do. You see, I live out in the deep woods in an ...
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Alice Isn’t Dead
My mother always said that my inability to ask for help would be the death of me. So when I was jumped and stabbed one night, it wasn't a surprise that I never went to a ...
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The Taxidermist’s Son
In my youth, I found myself fascinated by my fatherâs line of work. I would jump up when I saw him arrive home with his bag, and sprint to him with boyish excitement, begging and bargaining ...
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Itâs A Bloody Gamble
There has been nothing that I have enjoyed better than gambling, even at a young age I loved to play twenty-one. Later I would learn that twenty-one is Blackjack without the gambling aspect. When I started ...
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Confessions of a Belfast Cop
My mother died suddenly and unexpectantly sometime in the early hours of Sunday morning. The coroner said she suffered a massive stroke and her death would have been instantaneous. This brought me some small comfort, knowing ...
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Blind Curve
The snow was coming down harder now, the flurries growing larger and gaining in intensity with the coming darkness. Not at all a situation any normal woman would care to find herself in. Yet there I ...
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This Ukrainian ghost town wasn’t as abandoned as I thought…
It was around noon when the rust-coated sign that marked the townâs entrance came into my view. Sighing in relief that Google Maps hadnât failed me, I guided my car off the main road and down ...
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Candle Burns
Itâs a pretty universally known truth that having rich neighbors sucks. When I say rich, I mean Jeff Bezos probably sent these guys handwritten birthday cards along with the rest of his billionaire friends. Thatâs how ...
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Journal of a Psychopath: High School
I am a retired Private Investigator turned Real Crime Blogger. I have been receiving anonymous manuscripts in the mail detailing heinous acts of appalling psychopathy. For reasons concerning my work and this situation, I donât want ...
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Ikuutayuq: An Inuit Folktale
Itâs cold. Itâs always cold in January. Isnât it? This January is not so unusual after all, it would seem. Itâs still cold. The snow still hangs low in the branches of the evergreens. The snow ...
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