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The Heights
When I was in junior high I had an unusual hobby: breaking into people’s homes. I didn’t do it for money; in fact, I never stole anything at all. I…
Read NowHell’s Trickster
It was mid-October in New York, but summer hadn't quite given up on us yet. The day we'd chosen for the hike was likely to be one of the last…
Read NowThe Silent Pool
I guess I'll start off with the mundane introduction as to who I am and why I'm telling you this. They want me to hide my identity, so just call…
Read NowThe Cats of Juniper Valley
They put up a tall fence covered with black tarp and topped by barbed wire, surrounding Lake Collette at the center of Juniper Valley, so that no one could see…
Read NowIn the Tunnels
I was fourteen when I went into The Tunnels for the first time eleven years ago. It was almost the end of summer vacation, a few weeks before school started.…
Read NowTheir World Was White
Their world was white. For as long as they could remember, the world had been white. Perfectly white snow was all around. Even when the snow had ceased falling from…
Read NowFrom the Mouths of Lambs
It had been an unseasonably mild November day, and my lounge was flooded with the kind of beautiful caramel light that only seems particular to bright Autumn days. My fiancé,…
Read NowThe House on First Street
Most people don’t believe me when I tell them this, but I grew up in haunted house. Well, at least for the first few years of my life, I believed…
Read NowNight In A Tree Stand
I am not a person who is scared easily. I don’t let fear control me. I have had bullets wiz by my head. I have had rocket-propelled grenades explode less…
Read NowKnock Twice For Murder
Tiger can’t change his stripes, tiger can’t change his stripes. That was the motto Jo chanted in her head as she slowly rode over to 7 Brook Street. She found…
Read NowMountain Magic
Coming from the Appalachian foothills of West Virginia, where driving to town was a big to-do, I realized at a young age that people tend to lean toward the supernatural…
Read NowCrimson Grove
Delia jogged into the forest, smiling as she listened to her mother’s cry to be careful. She was going to play with the fairies, they would keep her safe! Running…
Read NowNorstu Desert
The flawless white of the perfect snow stretched ambitiously towards the amber horizon. The immense glass walls seemed to amplify the majesty of the Norstu desert. I’d have been struck…
Read NowDecember 2015 Discussion Post: Unusual Fears & Yeti Heated Slippers Giveaway! – Contacting Winner
Share Your Unusual Fears Happy December, everyone! Since submissions are closed, I thought it might be nice to have a discussion topic that will be - I hope - conducive…
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My Grandfather’s Final Invention
My grandfather was an inventor. All his life he’s be tinkering with something, either taking something that existed and changing it, making it into something brand new (Or at the…
Read NowThe River Trail
During the summer of 2014, when I had just turned 17, I left my home in a Northern European country to live with a host family and study at a…
Read NowThe Intruders
I'm a bit of a light sleeper, so any noise at all will wake me up. It’s part of the reason I live alone. I don't want some roommate waking…
Read NowMelvin Maudley’s Malevolent Market: The Tale of Gregory Stonewall
It had taken only a few seconds but the old lamp-lit street you were walking on suddenly melts away, and you stand in a crowded thrum of bodies and shouting.…
Read NowShadows of Shallowbrooke – The Singing of Crows
There is nothing quite as unsettling as being lost. It's an oppressive feeling where the world seems to stare down from the sky, maliciously following your sad progress like a…
Read NowSouth Ferry
Even from the far end of the platform, seeing the whole of the lower station at 190th Street, Harold noticed only one other person waiting for the train. Granted, it…
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