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The Melancholy of Herbert Solomon
On several occasions my interest in the supernatural has taken me to some of the most prestigious seats of learning in the entire United Kingdom. From the venerable halls of Oxford and Cambridge, to the more ...
Play to Win
Subject: RE: Meeting 3: Exercise From: [email protected] Date: Wed, 12 Dec 2012 07:31:16 +0000 To: [email protected] Dear Dr. Faulk, Let me start by saying thank you, Doctor. I know why you're getting me to do this, and I ...
The Dissociative Death of Victor Alzwell
The floor was vibrating. The walls shook, pathetically trying to withstand the shifting below the foundations of the apartment complex. The television fell over, coughing up shards of glass in it's last breath. I cursed all ...
The Christmas Tree
Staring at the tree, whiskey in hand, Pete was pleased that this year would be different from the last. It had been the strangest time of his life, but he truly felt like things were finally ...
The Vegas Illusion
When going to Las Vegas, ride the rides from places like New York, New York and the Stratosphere, gamble away your money in a drunken state on a few hands of poker, or take a complete ...
Spectrophobia
Mirrors surround us, human beings, through all our history. Even before the first mirror was invented, one could see his reflection in some body of water. Whatever happened in the world, the mirrors would reflect everything ...
Miracle City II: Another Perspective
This is Private Blake Aaron of the U.S. Special Forces, I’m stationed outside the city of Los Angeles with what is left of my original squad and I am recording the events that I have just ...
For the Heir
The new house was fantastic. It was an old farmhouse, and looked the part. There were barns and fields, acres and acres of field. My wife, Carrie, and I were looking for a good place to ...
Don’t Go Into the Woods
Rain fell in small silver pools in the bottoms of potholes that lined the city roads, and bejeweled the apartment windows with tiny liquid beads. On her wooden desk, old turpentine-soaked rags and crusted paintbrushes cluttered ...
Do Not Enter
I was usually the type to stay out of trouble and away from danger but Jim on the other hand, was the rebellious type. Usually a long-time friend can pursued you into doing pretty much anything, ...
Things Change
Funny how things can change, isn’t it? I’m a careless person. I leave things for weeks at a time, and sometimes never come back to them at all. There are things I’ve lost in my own ...
Eight Ball
Vincent Cox turned off the lights in his hardware store. He zipped up his black, fleece jacket and walked out into the cold, lonely night. He fumbled for the keys in the pocket of his jeans ...
That House
First of all, I want to stress the fact that this is a real happening. This is not some story written to get what I write on to a public medium. I am only doing this ...
The Tunnel Run
It was 9:30 P.M on a Sunday night and I had only just left work. There was a mountain of paperwork sat at my desk that had to be completed for Monday morning, but I knew ...
A Change in Seasons
It had started in the farthest corner of my apartment; first as only the slightest hint of coppery red, before oozing from the ceiling and down the wall. I stumbled towards it, tripping over a laundry ...