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Abigail’s Run
October 31st 1691 ‘’Hurry,’’ Deliverance whispered, her voice softer than the light breeze which tousled her lank grey hair. ‘’Bury it, child, bury it deep.’’ Tucking a wayward strand of…
Read NowAmong the Trees
For several nights I have seen a man vanish into the woods behind my home; a man that I do not recognize. It started three nights ago. I thought nothing…
Read NowThe King of Worms
Nature is said to be the holder of true beauty, there are people who swear by this and believe it so foolhardily. I believed this too for a time, I…
Read NowGame Board
Ever since the incident I’ve been so paranoid. No one would even really explain what exactly happened that night. I couldn’t make any sense of it, even though I was…
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Filth and Consequence
“Oh, Loki. Stop.” Jamie batted the fluffy tail out of her face. It tickled her. The cat lazily glanced back at her from his spot on the counter and flicked…
Read NowPhantasia Forest
I remember Phantasia Forest. I bet I’m one of the few people willing to admit that, and I’m probably the only person who remembers it for all the good instead…
Read NowA Jaunt Through the Trees
The sun was still up when we arrived. The car park was more of a passing place. Simmers was shuffling in the passenger seat next to me, he was overheating.…
Read NowSo That’s What Happened
Chapter 1 It is the year 2037. Yeah, okay. I know it’s a cheesy way to start a story, but I just feel that it’s worth mentioning. Especially since it…
Read NowYour Eyes Are Glowing Red
I have never been a sucker for ghost stories. I’ve never believed in ghosts, and I don’t think—honestly, I do hope I’m right—I ever will. I also don’t believe in…
Read NowSiren Song
It is on a cold November night that I wander into the café, exhausted, but unable to sleep. My hands are shaking as I pass my change to the bored…
Read NowTill the Boys Come Home
Margaret Owen stared out into the distance from her quiet Vermont ranch, taking a break from attending to the oddly large quantity of dishes left in the sink. She never…
Read NowThe Farnsworth Experiments
You may have heard of the Farnsworth experiments. My dad was one of the scientists involved. He rarely talked about it, and when he did he always said the rumors…
Read NowMirror Image
“I don’t want to move away.” The words hang in the air between them, like dust, slow and stuffy. “I don’t want you to move away either,” says Toby. They’re…
Read NowThe Eternal Suicide
It seems archaic, putting pen to paper in this day and age. Hell it’s been so long that I am archaic. I figured after so long, I should at least…
Read NowFarmer John
Farmer John was dead and gone; Hay-men watched his fields still: Lumpy sacks that had for long Drawn the crows in manner ill Some had come to pull them down…
Read NowThe Invitation
They call him “The Hatter”. His face is only a rumor. His body is an urban legend. But, his intentions are always clear; once the invitation arrives, he will be…
Read NowA Funny Thing Happened
There was no doubt – my mouth had moved a centimeter to the left overnight. I check between reflection and picture before accepting the impossible. “Hitler, you gotta see this,”…
Read NowWhat’s the Matter, Jenny?
You believe in ghosts? Me neither. I can’t or I’ll go completely off the track. Or maybe I’m already nuts. What happened two days ago in the Chapelgate house might’ve…
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