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Nothing and no one lived in the house. Nothing except the creeping moss and the attic spiders. No sounds of mirth emanated from within, no did lights of joviality come forth from its large grey windows ...

“All a skeptic is is someone who hasn’t had an experience yet.” — Jason Hawes“Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.” — Stephen King Clinking and clanging ...

My head loilled back, allowing me a view of the clear night sky. I’m no astronomer, but I had a childhood fascination with stars and constellations. There was the Big Dipper, Ursa Major. Gemini. Orion, and- ...

"Stephen, I noticed you haven't put out any Halloween decorations this year," said Eve, my nosy neighbor and head of our townhome association. I was in a rush and didn't want to get into it with ...

Most of us who watch horror movies on a daily basis know that it’s hard to find a movie where all the characters end up happy and satisfied. After all, it’s a horror genre, right? This ...

What’s your worst fear? Do you even know? If you said something like spiders or clowns— that’s kid stuff; take a second and try again... I don’t want to hear things like heights or small spaces, ...

It was a few minutes past 8 pm, and Mike was rushing past the people on the street to get to the game on time. Today was his chance to win the baccarat.net game and he ...

Not everyone loves horror movies, but most of us remember peeking through our fingers or covering our ears the first time we experienced a good scare from a movie. Unfortunately, sometimes horror movies run the risk ...

My friends and I have always been pranksters. Our four-man group is comprised of Ricky, Danny, Taika, and myself. This story is about the consequences of our actions. Occasionally, we tend to go a little too ...

With a flick of my wrist, I flipped the cigarette up and caught it in my mouth. It was a cheap trick that I had learned as a kid from watching Robert Mitchum or James Dean ...

Stress lines, sunken eyes, walking corpse surrounded by flies buzzing around a quiet library where nothing can be heard, but the sound of clacking keyboards; he sits hunched over his work he will not do until ...

If you used to think that soccer and the stories related to it were accompanied only by thrilling emotions, after reading this article, your opinion will completely change. Imagine two of the most powerful emotions, the ...

As soon as my Master Octavius let me outside, I felt the breeze of the wind touch my whiskers. I cared for him, and the rest of his family as if they were my blood mother ...

The sound of the doorbell echoed through my empty house like a banshee's wail. It was Halloween night, and I was alone. Not by choice, but because it was my ex's turn to take our kids, ...

Is this quest enough to sustain you? Is this accumulation of curses really worthwhile? Has everything progressed perfectly, with no loss or sorrow?– Anonymous, “The Holder of Remorse”_________ Tuesday, 10/31/2312:00 PM October, a month of chill, ...

Read Part one here Read Part two here I know someone will receive this broadcast. Sooner or later our signal will reach one of the parties involved in this conflict. My only hope is that whoever ...

Hello there, friend, and welcome to Bradshaw, Texas, where the steaks are bloody, andthe trucks are muddy. I wonder if I could invite you to join me as a fly on the wall this evening… Me? ...

A storm plagued much of eastern most part of Kentucky as the Wagners sped down the interstate that dissected this portion of the state. Adeline and Darius Wagner had been on a road trip with their ...

Editor’s note: This transcript is from a video that was posted by the user 1101001dontsuffer onto the video platform YouTube, but was deleted only a few days after being posted. Other users who stumbled upon the ...

I often find myself pondering dead flesh. No, it’s not some weird fetish and I’m not crazy. You could say it’s a matter of absolute necessity but we’ll get to that later. Over a very short ...

I don’t know whether anyone will ever read this account which I’ve scribbled on loose sheets of paper using a leaking biro pen. I intend to stuff the papers into a sealed bottle and toss it ...