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Button Day
Laura was woken by her father; something that he had not done since she was a child. As her thoughts slowly swam back into focus, she was suddenly sure that…
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The Poolhouse in Weinwick, Oregon
For Christyana and Dean: The shrapnel of my contagion. If you know, you know. The following is a transcript of a transcript, having been posted to an early internet forum…
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Sticks and Stones
My heart was already racing when I sat down in the passenger seat of the filthy and foul-smelling land yacht of an ancient Cadillac. The large man who was to…
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My Last Time Around
I am a serial killer. The absolute worst that humanity has to offer, scraped from the underside of the bottom of the barrel of society. I prey upon the weak…
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A Hunter’s Feast
Every fourth Thursday in November, families across the country gather together in celebration of the love and appreciation they feel for one another. This of course takes place over a…
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I’ve Plumbed This Whole City
It's so easy to forget about what lies beneath the streets of the modern world. Towers that scrape the sky and estates that stretch on for miles, the urban sprawl…
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When I think back on my life so far I find that one of the things I can’t stop thinking about, no matter how hard I try, is MagikTrick. Right…
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Walking the Line
I awoke in a standing position, my eyes suddenly shooting open and my legs weakening as I began to stumble. I panicked as I felt myself falling forward, instinctively reaching…
Read NowSlender Twilight: The “Naughty” Version
“What the fuck did I just read?” - Pretty much everyone. FanBoy97: Journal entry 1.) Oh, how no one understands the dark brooding angst stirring in my loins! I couldn’t…
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The Wormhole
I stared at the odd hole that had appeared in my arm overnight. It was located on the inside of my forearm just before the bend of my elbow. I’m…
Read NowThe Townhouse in Waterloo
It was your average evening. The normally blue skies were turning a pale orange as the sun set, the evening breeze was rolling in, making everything a bit more relaxed…
Read NowAlbert’s Letter
From the author: READ HORROR, RAISE MONEY FOR CHARITY: One of the communities we used to work with in Zambia have been in touch to say that they are really…
Read NowThe Curling Flames
This is the fourth entry in the By the Fire's Light series. “So,” Jared said, a sneer on his face. “I suppose you’ve come to find out why I did…
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Hitchhiker’s Haven
My name is Noah Ryley, and I like to burn things. It had all started when I was nine, after my parents separated. Custody was granted to my mother since…
Read NowDrewer’s Inn
Drewer’s Inn By Allison Miller The rain poured down in thick, roaring sheets from a sky as black as tar. Jack Adams leaned forward in the seat of the old…
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I am a Head-hunter working in a very specialized sector
8am, Monday morning. I arrived at the office early, entering through the non-descript and well concealed back door set off a rubbish-strewn back alley. There is no way you’d know…
Read NowIt’s the Little Things
If there was one thing I knew for sure it was that the moment our new neighbors moved in next to us, things in our quiet little suburb seemed to…
Read NowMartellato
It was an expensive chair. The leather squeaked as I shuffled in it, betraying its purpose by failing to get comfortable. Disapproving eyes glanced up from the heavy mahogany desk…
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