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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. We live in a small-terraced house ...
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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. A stark feeling of wrongness and ...
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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 by your grandpa,” he said. “Forgot ...
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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, chestnut-haired saturnine man with features that ...
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When people think of police officers, I think there's a disconnect between our image and the reality of who we are. A lot of people see us as the good guys. Real-life superheroes that jump in ...
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Tim lay sprawled on the couch, his eyes fixed on the television set. He flipped lazily through the channels, not paying particular attention to any one. He just flipped. Tim much enjoyed the anhedonic routine, the ...
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Fear is only as deep as the mind allows, was my mother’s favorite idiom. Growing up, she never hesitated to use it against my childish fits, whether I was upset about sleeping alone in my bed ...
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The dead walks the night, and the spooky dealer serves nothing but aces! You may be wondering what the connection is between land-based casinos and ghostly nighttime visitors. But, my friend, there is indeed a frightening ...
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“The 6:13PM service from Penrith to London is delayed by 23 minutes, Grand Central Trains apologises for any inconvenience caused,” mumbles a distorted voice over the Tannoy speaker. Daniel clutches his weekend bag in one hand, ...
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I’ll start this account by admitting I was a member of the Provisional Irish Republican Army during the early 1970's. I joined as a volunteer in the South Down Brigade in late 1971 and was active ...
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The first part of this story 'A Firefighter Lost' can be found here: https://www.creepypasta.com/a-firefighter-lost/ The sound of the fire was quickly approaching and the dull roar encompassed Drakor. His fine tuned ears were able to discern ...
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It began with a smell of thunder. The night had settled into the empty spaces of the house as Malcolm made his way through to the living room, turning on lights as he went. He dropped ...
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I have been a hunter since a very young age. A wanderer of the silent woods, a stalker of the croaking marshes, a drifter of the sighing deserts. My father was a hunter as was his ...
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“Can I tell you a story Boss?” The kindly old man that I knew as Harvey Abberline had asked me in a distant and almost wistful tone in that distinct foreign accent of his that I ...
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David sat at his computer looking over his work for the day. The list was lengthy yet complete, most importantly on time. Two more years at the same college. Two more years in his cold, barely ...
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Not many people take me seriously. I get it. Someone with a traumatic past, like mine, must be nuts, right? But, I know what I’ve seen. I know all too well. You see, I’m a Bigfoot ...
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I hate snow. I hate the way it silently descends from the sky, I hate how cold it is to the touch, I even hate the puddle it leaves behind when it melts. But, most of ...
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Online casinos have become hugely popular in recent times, and it's easy to see why. They're fun, accessible, easy to use, and so much more convenient than having to actually set aside time from your schedule ...
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Winona Worlds was the girl everyone wanted to be. She had it all. Fantastic grades, excellent painting skills, great looks, popularity, and the most loving boyfriend one can have. Girls and boys envied her equally. Everyday, ...
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"Careful. Careful. Don't let him spot us." Jackson whispered to me as I aimed down the sights of my brand new hunting rifle. We'd been set up inside this old deer blind of his for about ...
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My name is Katherine Mallory. I’m a police detective with the Chicago PD’s Criminal Intelligence Unit, the CIU. I usually handle your run-of-the-mill cases: Drug trafficking, black markets, and Kingpins of hidden syndicates; these were my ...
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