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Buyer’s Remorse
I awoke on the day of my reconstruction. Grogginess left my body like a rusted machine. The room seemed to stretch for miles in my drowsiness, an eternal void that…
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The bright yellow terror
''They are down there in the water. I saw several glimpses of bright yellow popping up from and then retreating down below the surface, only to pop up again in…
Read NowA Scholar Of The Arcane
The ad appeared between a promoted post for a meal kit service and a video of someone's cat, unremarkable enough that Freya almost scrolled past it. Paid Research Study, it…
Read NowThe Flesh Market
Have you ever visited Edinburgh? Beautiful city, no matter what time of year you go. The castle that sits at the centre of the city is awe-inspiring, looking down on…
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Raymond’s Will
Hello. My name is Raymond Daws. This recording should be considered my last will and testament. It is intended for whomever takes possession of this house at 12874 N. Pryor…
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Father Cooke: Part 5 – Burning Down the House
Publisher's Note: This story is part of the author's Father Cooke series of interrelated stories. If you enjoy it, the author invites you to click here to read the other tales…
Read NowI’m Not the Only Me
I never really liked my sister. I mean, of course, I love her, but we’ve never quite gotten along. It’s more than just that “sister rivalry” thing. Even as I…
Read NowThe Sealed Building
When I was a child, the school which I attended was peculiar yet wonderfully interesting. Whether it was the fact that it was surrounded in places by overgrown bushes and…
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The Land Where Nothing Grows
I grew up on a small-town ranch in the Midwest region of the United States, on land that had been passed down in my family for several generations. It can…
Read NowDr. Stoker
Experimentation has always been for the benefit of mankind, even if it has not always yielded such fruit. For every smallpox vaccine we create…we get an atomic bomb. For every…
Read NowMy Grandfather Suffered from Dementia
Grandpa was 97 years old when he passed away. He lived far from where his three children had settled. Grandma died when I was a small child, and he ended…
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The Agoraphobic Journals
My friend recently bought a foreclosed home, and while helping him clean it out of the previous owner's leftover belongings, I came across a box of journals in the attic.…
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The Sinking House
Colt was only thirteen years old when he rowed as fast as he could away from Benji and Caleb, the most menacing boys in Troop 0172. It was the dead…
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He Comes (Zalgo)
Forgive the length of this message, this is the first and possibly the last time I’ll have access to a computer so I thought I’d better write this all…
Read NowDon’t Take My Doll
It was July the 2nd, 1998 when she first appeared. A slight, pale woman with large black rings around her eyes, thin, hollow cheek bones and hair like matted wire.…
Read NowThe Reappearance of Carrie Mae
Looking back, I remember how all of my family's summer barbecues went the same way. There'd be the initial bustle of uncles and aunts arriving with kids, clinking paper bags…
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The Reaper’s Scythe
There is no fear as potent as the fear of the unknown. No monstrous visage discovered yet has been as terrifying as the infinite potential for horror which exists before…
Read NowA Needle In The Vein
The highway above groaned with morning traffic, and Greg woke to it the way most people wake to an alarm, grudgingly and with his whole body fighting the process. His…
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The Stoneman
There is a statue my family has retained ownership of and cared for during many centuries. Supposedly it is of a great grand relative of some type who helped establish…
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Project Atlantis
I was part of Project Atlantis. Among the various scientific endeavors undertaken by the Russian government throughout the mid-late 20th century, underwater exploration was always kept quiet. Attempts had been…
Read NowJust Another Midnight
“I couldn’t exist in a world devoid of marvels… even if they frighten me to consider them.” - Catlin R. Kiernan 12:09 a.m. There’s got to be…
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