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I Came to Take You Away From This Place
“I guess it’s more like a numbness. Like when a leg or arm falls asleep. Whenever I move, there’s a disconnect. It feels like my limbs aren’t mine. Like I’m…
Read NowHow Lucky I Was
I was dying. I knew it, my doctors knew it, and my family knew it. It has only been sixteen weeks since my official diagnosis, yet here I lay, trapped…
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The Jester
After a closing shift on Halloween night, a man stumbles upon what seems to be the embodiment of Halloween itself. Trick or treat?
Read NowIt Came Back Instead
Did you ever look a loved one in the eyes and not recognize what you see? The face is the same, but there’s something…else. Something that wasn’t there before. Something…
Read NowLord of Lies
Note: Contains minor gore; please consider this alongside the plot setup (evident within the first sentence) as this may be a story some of you will wish to avoid. Peter…
Read NowMy Little Sister Has An Unusual Talent
My little sister is thirteen now. Her name is Zoe, she has blonde hair, blue eyes and she likes pop music, fashion and other typical teenage girl stuff. I really…
Read NowRose – Part 1
“Okay Father, we need you to cooperate with us here. If you’re honest from the beginning, things will be a lot better for you.” Officer Green sipped his coffee, a…
Read NowDark Radio
The general span for FM radio stations usually falls in the range of 79kHz to 108kHz. AM stations generally fall in the range of 530kHz to 1750kHz. Within these frequencies…
Read NowThe Closet Behind the Wall
"Where should I put this crap?" Lily asked her mother, pointing to a box of cheap artwork that looked like it belonged in a dentist's office. "Oh, come on, I…
Read NowI Didn’t Have a Voice Until You Read This
I didn't have a voice until you read this. Let me explain — I was voiceless but I still existed. We all did. We have been here ever since the…
Read NowBroken Rest
Scorching heat; unrelenting dryness. I couldn't feel anything else; couldn't think about anything else. This wasn't right. Even the sensation of heat was more of an observation than an actual…
Read NowHun, I’m Home
"Hun, I'm home," Dylan said as he walked into the house, shutting the door behind him. The apartment was beautiful, for a building that was built in 1812. The old…
Read NowThey Came from the Sea
Alien invasions. It’s been so overdone it’s turned into a never ending cliché. There are hundreds of films. I’ve watched them all, loved them all. Now, they just make me…
Read NowThe Magician
The only thing this magician couldn’t pull out of his hat was the money he needed to make his child support payment, and so, with a degree of reluctance, his…
Read NowWhen Monsters are Real
There are many stories about monsters. Have you ever stopped to think about what makes something a monster? Charybdis, Dracula, Grendel, and Slenderman are all different, yet they share some…
Read NowOceanic Absurdity: An Account of Nautical Horror
A bestial tentacle breached the surface with a tremendous display of aquamarine power. The resultant shower of water rained down in a torrent upon the deck, drenching the observing passenger.…
Read NowGhost Gang
"On tonight's episode of Ghost Gang we investigate the Hibbard Point lighthouse, one of the most active paranormal sites in New England. Built in 1832, this lighthouse has been the…
Read NowThe Boy on the Steps
This was Peter's favorite time of year, late fall. Almost all the leaves had fallen from the trees and the crisp, cool temperatures made for almost perfect weather for him.…
Read NowTragedy at Tuckahoe Lake
TRAGEDY AT TUCKAHOE LAKE Ronny was impressed- they were great at telling his tale. “We only save the BEST campfire story for the end,” Stan told the wide-eyed kids as…
Read NowThe Red House
I was never a believer in the supernatural. I didn’t care for all those illogical ghost stories, and I always mocked my friends for telling them. They aren’t real; they…
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A Cabin in the Swamp
My brother and I bought the camp in Des Allemands for a song. It was an old trapper’s cabin, set back down a bayou, well off the main lake and…
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