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Cannon’s Shining
I was an artsy kid growing up. With clay, scissors, or glue I could have busied myself until judgment day. The walls of my bedroom were covered with sketches and…
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Bugwatching
Back in college, I had a small one-bedroom apartment all to myself on the ground floor of a multi-building complex. The location was great. The complex stood at the end…
Read NowFamily Secrets
The clock stood in the hall. One of the truly magnificent pieces of the Walter Family’s estate, the clock was made of heavy mahogany and showcased a large, mother-of-pearl face…
Read NowThe Girl in White
I was always a quiet child. I preferred playing alone outside to being around people. My dad thought it was because I was socially undeveloped, my mom was convinced I…
Read NowDo Not Buy An RT
Hey, all. You don’t know me, but I’ve been in this group for about four years now, even if I never really said anything. I’m just not really the social…
Read NowThe Baby Doll
In rural southern Illinois a toy company began selling "realistic" baby dolls to expectant mothers. But apparently after the mother had her child the toy baby would start crying. Eventually…
Read NowHunting Grounds
I don’t really know how to start something like this, writing journal entries isn't something I’d say I’m used to. Anyways, the doctors said it might help to get something…
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Eyeless Jack
You wake alone in your room, disturbed by some noise close to you bed. At first when you open your eyes all you see is darkness and black. You stare…
Read NowMy Grandfather Knew Why We Run from the Dark
I always admired my grandfather’s courage. He had fought in the war on what we nowadays think of as the wrong side, but he had never been a believer in…
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The Last Halloween
I don't celebrate Halloween. When the trick-or-treaters come out and start prowling my street, I make sure to keep my front porch light off and pull the shades down. If…
Read NowThe Man in the Snow
You are home alone, and you hear on the news about the profile of a murderer who is on the loose. You look out the sliding glass doors to your…
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Stomping Grounds
No one knew the secret spot where we as children played at night. The ashen moon, our only light, would greet us painted on the pond. The placid water, cool…
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Acts of Vengeance
The bell above the door rang noisily as I entered the bookshop. My hopes of just browsing through the books without attracting the attention of a well-intentioned but usually annoying…
Read NowThe Fair Folk
Every culture has its own unique folklore- traditions and tales passed down through generations. In the modern day, these are often looked upon by most with the idle interest of…
Read NowThe Door Game
“Yo, James hurry your ass up!” Damon roared from across the parking lot, standing next to our limo and waving me and Becca down. I quickly stole a kiss with…
Read NowDon’t Go Into the Basement
You know, Mom, I remember now how it all started. It was right after moving to the new house. How old was I? Four, maybe five? I was so young.…
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