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No Body, No Crime: A Cheery Holiday Tale
The neighborhood always was a tight-knit community. The gatehouse kept out all the wrong people, and the rotation of retiree guards provided a second filter for the riff-raff. Most homes…
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False Awakenings
Right now, I'm not writing this just to tell a scary story. I'm fucking scared shitless and I need somewhere to vent. It is currently 1:07 AM and I'm typing…
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The Nurse in Black
I am Andrea Lewis, and I am a nurse. This is my story, and how I came to care for my patient, Andrew. Andrew had always been different from the…
Read NowThe Day of All the Blood
THIS IS THE STORY OF A DAY WHERE THERE WAS ALL THIS BLOOD. A MAN WAS WALKING AROUND AND BLOOD STARTED COMING OUT OF HIM EVERYWHERE. THERE WAS SO MUCH…
Read NowThe Candlewent
Author’s Note: This story was inspired, along with my fears of creepy old houses, by a very nice person by the name of ShadowScribe who posted a prompt in the…
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Why I will never play the Ouija board again.
Why I will never play the Ouija board again. This is why I will never play the Ouija board again. It was 1964 and my sister and I were 13…
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The Weird Horror at Westwood Avenue
Since last year, I’ve become a huge fan of those YouTube channels that talk about small mysteries recorded inside the United States. You know, those channels, with their dark backgrounds,…
Read NowMr. No-Good
I had been living alone for over a year. The divorce was a difficult one but, since the scumbag ran off with another woman, at least I got the house.…
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Tales From Port-land
I found something I shouldn’t have, or maybe I should, I don’t know. I was helping my parents move out of their old house and into mine. Their house was…
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There’s Something Living in the Wallpaper
Ever just stand back and admire the presence of even the simple atmosphere around you? The aroma, the embellishment, or the hands in motion on an old antique clock, making…
Read NowHe is Coming Back
I looked down at Juliet lying in my lap. Her quiet form was beyond angelic. It was a little early for her to be sleeping, but I just couldn’t bring…
Read NowThe Real Town of Blanche
I turn on the lamp as I sit down at my desk. I softly remove the ribbon that was holding the diary together. As I open the strange looking book,…
Read NowThe Other Side Of The Door
When I was little I always had an overactive imagination, had frequent nightmares, and always thought I saw things going on during the night. I told my mum that every…
Read NowUnidentified
I am the shadows you see at night; the objects in your sleeping room that you see as monsters, unfamiliar faces, or hands reaching out to grab you. I see…
Read NowWriter’s Block
The furious scribblings of an aspiring writer can be heard throughout the almost vacant library. A lone entity, in a blissful state of ink to paper, processes a masterpiece. James…
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The Mourner
When I was a child I realized quickly that I was the youngest in my extended family by a large margin. The way I figured this out was that it…
Read NowA Knock at the Door
On the 25th of November, 1941, my Great Uncle was killed when the HMS Barham blew up like a powder keg after being torpedoed by a German Submarine. The event…
Read NowThe Shadow Being
When I was fourteen, my mother and father were divorced, and I went to live with my mother and a man she supposedly fell in love with several years ago.…
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