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Long Way Down
Long Way Down: Part 1 Recommended Listening: Clair de Lune by Claude Debussy I don’t quite know why I chose to drink my coffee black. I suppose the sweetness of…
Read NowThe Remover
When I left my office, I already had a premonition that something awful was going to happen that evening. I’m not psychic. I am quite perceptive, though, and the signs…
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Friend Request
[embedyt] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8y5xDGkk6dE[/embedyt] Heather loves her electronics. After blindly accepting a stranger's friend request she soon discovers that he is more dangerous than she can possibly imagine. "You never know who's…
Read NowThe Mail Man
It all started as a message in my mailbox one morning. Having my morning coffee and cigarette, I decided to walk out to the mailbox and check my mail. I…
Read NowThe Lawman (or) A Silver Running Thread
I knew Susie since she was about three years old. Me and Emma had been what you might have called childhood sweethearts (even though it never went past holdin’ hands…
Read NowTo Dr. Henriksen
I’m going to have to ask you to take a deep breath. By now, the orderlies have told you that my room is empty and I can only imagine how…
Read NowMr. Peterson Saw Everything
During my sophomore year of high school, my family moved from urban Knoxville to a tiny one-horse town in Alabama. My dad’s employer offered him a significant promotion in exchange…
Read NowRECORDING 21A3
{BEGIN TRANSCRIPTION. DATE: NOVEMBER 21. 11:11:11s} [ SPEAKER COUGHS. AVERTS EYES; NERVOUS.] Um, okay so—damn it! How do I start this—well, okay. Let me say this first, I’m not crazy.…
Read NowThe Pale Emperor
I had always wondered what the bottom of a lake looked like, and now I know. It looks like the sun setting over the horizon, where the farthest depths of…
Read NowThe Cold Man
I moved to London in 2011. The reason for my move to London is very simple, but holds a legend so shocking that I’m not even sure of its truth:…
Read NowMirror, Mirror, On the Wall
The sounds of sirens slowly faded in the background, I still couldn’t believe it. Dave was….gone. I made my way to my now empty and currently trashed apartment, the police…
Read NowA Voice in the Dark
I was well into spending my Friday night as I typically would - staying up most of the night, playing games and looking at stupid meme sites - when the…
Read NowMr. No-Good
I had been living alone for over a year. The divorce was a difficult one but, since the scumbag ran off with another woman, at least I got the house.…
Read NowClockworks
I had a knack for fixing things. Trinkets, houses, and buildings, anything that needed fixing in my miniscule town. It wasn't very ambitious, but at least my parents approved. It…
Read NowMy Last Camping Trip
One day in September of 1983 we decided to go on a patrol camping trip so that we’d get some prizes at the end of the year. Our scout troop…
Read NowOn the Disappearance of Aaron Barclay
On the Disappearance of Aaron Barclay There was an interesting item in the Oakland Tribune some time ago. Apparently a young man, one named Aaron Barclay, had gone missing. Mr.…
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