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The Blaganschlor
“Have you seen the Blaganschlor Hung by rope composed of gore Who says his name and nothing more His true name lost in days of yore? At the gray and…
Read NowThe Tavern on the Borderlands
This pasta was the third place winner of our Ghost Stories Creepypasta Writing Challenge. Congratulations! The second and first place winners will be posted across the next two days. Look…
Read NowAfter Hours
My eyelids were heavy and sandy, and they begged me for sleep. The conditions were perfect for it. The overhead lamps in my living room were switched off and the…
Read NowThe Last Step
What are you doing right now? Are you slumped on your couch mindlessly flipping through the TV channels? Are you tiredly scrolling through your Facebook feed for the fiftieth time…
Read NowThe Sentence Kneels
By the edge of the cliff sat the man without wills. I approached him reluctantly while the mountains were asleep. He turned his head to face me and his expression…
Read NowThe Long Night
Bound in night’s shackles, an ageing man yearns to be free. As he tries to cry aloud only a starved, raspy breath escapes his tired lungs. Too weak to be…
Read NowSong of the Siren
This was not here yesterday, Richard thought to himself as he stepped on the bulge in the hardwood floor. He leaned forward onto his right foot, placing as much force…
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The Girl in the Nightgown
“Am I asleep or am I awake?” I ask myself for the fifth time this week. I blink rapidly, trying to force my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting…
Read NowThe Reappearance of Carrie Mae
Looking back, I remember how all of my family's summer barbecues went the same way. There'd be the initial bustle of uncles and aunts arriving with kids, clinking paper bags…
Read NowThe Light in the Window
Joan was not in the mood for the early shift. In a sleepy daze, without much (if any) mindfulness of what she was doing, she clutched her cell phone resting…
Read NowHow Does the Story End?
The three of us sit together in my backyard, beer bottles spread all around our little triangle. Leftover garbage from the sandwiches we ate earlier accompany those same beer bottles.…
Read NowShadows of Shallowbrooke – Renewal of the Circle
Please check out the Shadows of Shallowbrooke series tag for prior installments! If we have to begin anywhere, I'd say we should start with Peter Hemphill. I need to remind…
Read NowFor Posterity
“As the Wolf keeps count of the Deer so there is one that keeps count of Man.” - the Repokan In the winter of 1683, a frontiersman of Swedish descent…
Read NowVisions in the Fog
Cliff was finally upon the small Louisiana town of Crescent Falls that he had sought out. It was an unassuming, run down town that normally wouldn’t attract anyone. But Cliff…
Read NowUnderneath Reality
When I was a kid, I had this recurring nightmare that always preceded the death of a loved one. It wasn't quite a premonition - I didn't know who was…
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The Khatese-Kai
CHAPTER ONE Demons Of Darkness by Olivia B. She stood on the bridge In silence and fear For the demons of darkness Had driven her here They cut her heart…
Read NowDead Man’s Rights
Mr. Cadson had been sitting up at the bar for some time. The lights and the music were both very low, casting a sort of malaise over the entire half-empty…
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The Coral Ridge Bypass
I had always made it a point to avoid that isolated stretch of road like the plague. I’d heard so many stories about it, and even though I was certain…
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