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Colorado Fishing Trip
Our trip started in late February as my three friends, John, Steve, Max, and I drove my truck deep into the backwoods of Boxwood Gulch to follow the North Fork…
Read NowThe Nameless One
Author's Note: This story is a part of the By the Fire's Light series. Part One: By The Fire's Light Part Two: The Wanderer of Blazes Detective Carl Rourke pushed…
Read NowThe Culling
The Culling From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia See also: Livestock culling The Culling is the bi-monthly occurrence whereby between 1,000 and 6,000 human beings are rendered mute and unmoving for…
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If you’re reading this, I’m hiding in the woods, and I need your help.
Alright, so I know if I just jumped right into what I need to say, you’d think I was crazy, and just click off. My phone battery’s mostly full, so…
Read NowEvery Year on My Birthday, I Have to Die
I died for the first time on the 18th of August, 2006. It wasn't a particularly pleasant death, nor was it one that I expected. It was simply the random…
Read NowA Cold Love Story
I sent the text to my friend max, reading, "Dude, are you at school?" The bus was already a good 20 minutes late. It was late November, and it was…
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The Bad Dream
"Daddy, I had a bad dream." You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness—it's 3:23. "Do you want to climb into…
Read NowWendall Lane Diaries: You Shouldn’t
Disclaimer: I am not a paranormal investigator. I am an author. While looking for inspiration for a book, I came across a series of stories surrounding a home in the…
Read NowThe Passenger
Several months ago a friend of mine alerted me to a puzzling incident on an inner-city bus. Being a bus driver himself, he had heard many of the usual generic…
Read NowFresh Faces
Hi, I’m Seth. I’m writing this note, bottling it, and tossing it in the brook by my house. Writing helps me keep my sanity. Hopefully somebody who still reads will…
Read NowThe Sleeping Town of Saluzar
The town of Saluzar, Arizona existed in its own world, and its citizens liked it that way. The town was accessible only by way of a little dirt path, and…
Read NowListers Rache
It may be hard to believe for those of us born in the digital age—when every embarrassing moment can potentially be uploaded to Youtube for posterity—but an estimated 70% of…
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Something Happened During a Hostage Negotiation I Can’t Explain
The west side bank has three exits, thirty windows and nineteen air vents. And when I arrived at the scene, there were thirteen people being held captive by a man…
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I Investigate Disturbing Cases: Here Are My Stories – Voices From Nature
There are few careers with the same considerations as police work. Not only are we in a position to make life-changing choices, but we also have to live with the…
Read NowIn the Kitchen
A young girl is playing in her bedroom when she hears her mother call to her from the kitchen, so she runs downstairs to meet her mother. As she's running…
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I Worked at a Top Secret Government Research Lab. I Need to Share My Journals.
These logs are from Senior Technical Operations Specialist III K.Z. Okpala's private files. These files have been compiled using an offline text software built by K.Z. Okpala. These files are…
Read NowThe Story of Her Holding an Orange: Part Two
Before you read my girlfriend’s side of the story, you may want to read my first post that also contains last night’s unfortunate update. Here is the update copy/pasted: Okay guys, I…
Read NowThe Girl Hiding in My Walls
For the past couple of weeks now I’ve been noticing a few odd things in my apartment. It started off with food mysteriously disappearing from my refrigerator and pantry while…
Read NowLittle Sarah
“Come play with me.” That line…it’s a cliché for the horror genre, is it not? You all know what I mean, the unsettling apparition of a child, or maybe just…
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Those Deep, Dark Wells
The terrible thing happened at night—as most terrible things do. While I click-clicked away at my home job as a transcriptionist, I’d often watch the boys playing in the backyard.…
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