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Publisher's Note: This story is the second part of a two-part series. To read the earlier chronological installment of this series, please click here. A couple of months ago, I found a diary written by a ...

I grew up on Long Island, right outside of the Kings Park Psychiatric Center, home of the legend of Cropsey. I was always a good kid, never broke any rules, never really pushed the limits of ...

My name is Harrison and I’m a long haul trucker. While I sometimes get routes all over the place, my most common run is Vancouver to San Francisco. It’s an easy trip most of the time ...

The man approached the bridge as he normally did. A crimson book tucked under his left arm, a dim lantern held in his right. His eyes alighted on the young woman perched on the steel guard ...

My sister loves minions. The yellow, banana-eating, overall-wearing, big-eyed things from a family movie called Despicable Me? Yep... that's the kind. The things you see middle-aged women post memes on Facebook. My sister is obsessed. She ...

I’m a vigilante online predator hunter, and I can’t explain the bizarre things that happened last night. I jolted awake in bed as my phone blared with a message. hey baby. we’ve been talking long enough ...

The drifter had been walking all day and he was on the lookout for a place to bed down for the night. That is easier said than done due to the fact that he likes to ...

I drew the pentagram and symbols on the hardwood floor, lit the candles, and recited the spell that was written in the ancient leather-bound book. Squaring my shoulders and setting my jaw might have made me ...

My name is Andrew Erics. I used to live in a city you probably heard of called New York. My mother is Terrie Erics—Teresa, really. She's in the phone book under “E”—if they even have those ...

Part 1 My name is Conrad King. I work with my father in research and development at a large tech company. Over the past year, he and I stumbled our way through a very fascinating engineering ...

Jim Sterling was not having a good night. For reasons he couldn’t begin to grasp, his life had become a nexus of misery. First, the snack machine down the hall from his office had eaten his ...

Publisher's Note: This story is preceded by a prequel. To read the earlier chronological installment of this series, please click here. “There is no free will.” Those are the first words I ever read. I woke ...

I was lucky enough to know my 93-year-old grandmother when I was a child. She was a window into another era. A harder time. “Most people weren’t but much more than farmers back then,” she recalled ...

I smelled the coal smoke before I opened my eyes. For a moment, I was eight again, in the shop where my grandfather repaired motors.  I used to sit by his old stove and watch him ...

I moved to London from India immediately after my wedding with Karan. My husband was living in London for 6 years and his then accommodation was a shady studio apartment, which to me was simply uninhabitable ...

I was part of Project Atlantis. Among the various scientific endeavors undertaken by the Russian government throughout the mid-late 20th century, underwater exploration was always kept quiet. Attempts had been made to source renewable energy, document ...

Have you ever forgotten your phone? When did you realize you’d forgotten it? I’m guessing you didn’t just smack your forehead and exclaim ‘damn’ apropos of nothing. The realization probably didn’t dawn on you spontaneously. More ...

This happened to me a few years ago when I was working for a small-time administration office as a security guard. The building had just been purchased by the company and was in a sad state ...

My eyes opened quickly as I heard the whisper. “Wanna see something, Charlie?” It happened last night. The newest prison guard on the block opened my cell, smiled, and informed me I was to gather my ...

I never liked going to my aunt Paola’s house. Honestly, I never liked her either. She’s a creepy bible-thumping Jesus fanatic and she’d always circle over me like a vulture. But none of that creeped me ...

[Recording begins] "The date is November 1st, 2018. This is–" [coughs] "This is Detective Ray Sherman, excuse me. Badge number 13557, of the Internal Affairs Investigation Unit, number 334. We are investigating the night of October ...