The Growths
I'd had them ever since I was a kid. I can remember being incredibly self-conscious about them, hiding them in my pockets under books and bags. The kids at school never said anything to my face, ...
The Guardian Angel
And I am always with you. I was there from the time you were born. I stood in the delivery room, staring down at you before you could even open your eyes to see me. Your ...
The Guerneville Cabin
Now, before you read this, take note, I am a very critical skeptic, I am quick to dismiss any claims of psychics, fortune tellers, hell even aliens, but I am positive about what happened in that ...
The Guestbook of Elysium
No one knows that my affluent aunt bequeathed me her favorite thing in the world, the beach house she bought many years ago on the Florida Panhandle. I’ve been renting it out for years actually, though ...
The Gun Game
The loud bang on her front door jolted Clara from her daydream. This was it. After all the careful planning and struggling to survive, the end would come now; 9 blocks up in room 934 of ...
The Gurgling
I live in a small apartment by myself, on the fifth floor. One night, a while back, I heard strange noises coming from down the hall. They weren't shouts and they weren't banging noises and they ...
The Guy in Room 302
It's the summer, and you're out of your college classes for at least a week or two, before the next semester starts. You've spent this time lounging around and sleeping a lot. But lately, correspondence between ...
The Haaf Netters
Frank closed the door behind him and was alone in the cottage at last. All dwellings have a smell, an atmosphere. You get used to the smell of your own place so that you never notice ...
The Hallucinations of Cy Abrendo
“How do you know that what you experience is real?” Was the question I posed to my class that blustery Thursday morning in January. I teach psychology at the University of Maryland, in College Park, Maryland, ...
The Hallway Wasn’t Empty
Did you know that, once introduced to routine, our brains are capable of accepting it to the extent that when something changes, it doesn’t notice? The change could be small and harmless, an object there that ...
The Hand That Bites
Mark dutifully pulled his car up to the curb and checked his Super ride-share app. Seeing that the address was correct, he yawned as he drew his hand back through the thick tangles of his hair ...
The Handsome Soldier
As a little girl growing up, my parents always tried to protect me by telling me legends and tales. My city is pretty notorious for strange behavior or paranormal happenings that have been occurring since the ...
The Hanging Tree
The ball flew towards the boy. With a cry of alarm, the boy dropped to the floor. “Damnit Jimmy, you're supposed to catch the ball not hide from it!” a fat kid with a glove on ...
The Happening of Crossroads
Interstellar Colony Collective Government File Colony Failure Assessment Report Document 647 Report Date: 30th of May, 2374, 02:47 ET Reported by: CFA Basic Data Collector Salma Chakroun Information Status: CLASSIFIED - SUPERIOR OFFICERS ONLY Report: I ...
The Happiest Child
The shoes of a sharply-dressed detective emitted soft tapping onto the dull concrete floors of the facility. Papers were clutched tightly, wrinkling within his grip. His expression was unreadable, his voice just as stoic and monotonous ...
The Happiest Place on Earth
This was it: night one of my new job as the night watchman for Disneyland. Anywhere else, I'd be referred to as an ordinary security guard. Here, I was a cast member. Something about that label ...
The Harbinger Experiment
The world we live in is full of things we don’t understand. Being the curious humans that we are, we naturally try and seek these things out. Doing so has led us to remarkable discoveries and ...
The Harvard Wormhole Experiment
They gave me a million bucks to keep my trap shut, and I did, for fifteen years. But last night I was making the rounds, and I saw the professor again. I had a heart attack ...
The Harvester Of Eyes
It had been the journey from Hell. Six hours squashed together in the stickily claustrophobic confines of the station wagon, the rain beating an incessant tattoo on the vehicle. A new job, a fresh start, a ...
The Haunted Bus Route
Driving a bus. I'm not sure how many people dreamed they could do that when they were kids, but one thing I know for sure is that I did. I started learning everything I could, and ...
The Haunted Candle of Cloutierville
In August of 2013, I visited the small town of Cloutierville, Louisiana, to investigate the cellar of a small, abandoned farmhouse. I was drawn to this farmhouse because, in 1932, a woman was murdered here, and ...