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The Blue Eyed Painting
"So... what are we doing here?" "We're uh... appreciating art." "How do you appreciate art?" "I think you just stand there and look at it." "That's it?" "Yeah, pretty much."…
Read NowThis is How the World Ends
What does it take to destroy a universe? A cataclysm? Apocalypse? Do those things destroy a universe? No. We assume that the collapse of all we know is due to…
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The Unhinged
Read Part One here THERE ONCE WAS A PREACHERALL SKIN AND BONESNO ONE KNEW HIS FIRST NAMEHIS LAST ONE WAS JONES This clusterfuck all started on Halloween. At an emergency…
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Lies from the Pit
The pit, the abyss, it was always there. At least, as far as I can remember. The first time I heard its call, it was subtle, almost unnoticeable. My mother…
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I Have a Stalker, and It Excites Me
I’ve decided to write this out in the case that something bad happens to me. I’ve begun to play a dangerous game, and I can’t guarantee that I will come…
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Most Likely To…
You've heard of the Mandela Effect, right? It’s that weird phenomenon where a bunch of people collectively misremember something. Like how some people swear up and down that the Monopoly…
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Old Man Winter
Thank you for coming, doctor. I honestly didn't think the renowned psychoanalyst, Jeffrey Gilland, would see me. Then again, it isn’t every day you are handed the opportunity to interview…
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I Found the Corpse of a Time Traveler
I’m a postgraduate student studying archaeology at a prestigious university in the UK (not going to disclose my identity or the name of my school, so don’t ask). Over a…
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Blood Trails
Part 1 I was nineteen years old in the late summer of 1997 when my maternal grandfather suddenly became ill and passed away. He was seventy-two years old. In the…
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The Sign of Dragados
The following narrative was discovered written on the pages of a sodden logbook that had been rolled up and crammed into a plastic bottle. The bottle was found on the…
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A Survivor’s Accounts of the Depraved Funhouse: The Balloon [Part One]
Let me begin this by saying that I share my story with you all purely by order of my psychiatrists. They labor under this delusion that reaching out to others…
Read NowThe Blind Painter
Some of the most amazing paintings I have ever seen are those of Thomas Allsman. He is a quiet man in his early sixties, and he lives alone in a…
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Stormbound
I had been a forty nine-er and a lucky one at that. Having made a small fortune in gold, that is to say, enough to put a substantial stake in…
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She Still Burns
When Jacob Housley turned up dead, it didn't take long for me to hear about it. Just about everyone knew everyone, back in the old town, and I was more…
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Hypno’s Lullaby
“That’s not fair!” Jimmy cried, slamming his large, gray Nintendo DS shut. “You cheat! I told you to never use your Blastoise. His level is too high.” Preston smirked, though…
Read NowCamping with Black Eyed Kids
My encounter with black eyed kids. Please share. I’d like to know other people’s thoughts. Thank you. First, a quick intro about myself. I’m a 26 years old, male. I…
Read NowThe Fate Worse Than Death
Theists have a pernicious habit of countering non-believers with the ultimate cruelty of a life snuffed out in an instant. How can there be nothing beyond, when we are surrounded…
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Miracle Girl
“When is Miracle Girl coming?” I asked and got a stony look of disapproval from my uncle in return. If he read comic books, he’d appreciate my nickname for an…
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Crossroads
In the middle of nowhere, under a sky of darkness filled with unrecognizable stars, there is a crossroads. Its roads are made of rocks and dirt, and walking along them…
Read NowMaternal Instinct
I looked down at my children as they slept, the moonlight hitting their faces softly. They all looked so peaceful. They were my children, and I would do anything to…
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The Ragdoll Ritual
People always tell you not to play with Ouija Boards. Personally, I’ve never bought into any of that nonsense. I’m not afraid of something invented by a toy company. Every…
Read NowI’ll Never Work a Closing Shift Again
I used to work for a Subway next to a liquor store along a fairly busy road. I hated the job, but I was only working there on Friday and…
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