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The Hitchhiker
"I'll see you tomorrow." I said solemnly as I pulled up in front of my friend's house. She dug her phone from her purse and waved it at me. "Call…
Read NowFacebook Chat
I met James Vickers when we were both about 12. We were next door neighbours, and I had been out in my back yard playing soccer by myself, kicking the…
Read NowThe Sleepover
I was always known as the weird girl; the one with no friends, strict parents, and strange habits. I was an outcast in part because I ate hot sauce sandwiches…
Read NowBy the Fire’s Light
“I gotta tell you, Connor, this is one amazing story,” Kurt said, plopping down on the couch next to him. “You've got me believing in the boogie man again. I…
Read NowThe Company
We are all too familiar with creepy basements. We all know the feeling you get when you turn the lights off before running up the stairs, praying nothing will grab…
Read NowIf You Lost a Loved One
There is a way that you can bring back a loved one after death. I wouldn’t recommend it, though. Death is final and cheating it always leads to bad results.…
Read NowThe Rotunda
Most people who choose to go hiking do so in the summer or spring, but some of my college friends and I tend to prefer hiking in the winter. After…
Read NowLooking For an Old Game
Posted: January 11th 2013, 9:02 PM Hey, I'm still kind of new here. My name's Matt, and I'm looking for an old game that my dad and I used to…
Read NowHow to Succeed in Publishing Without Really Trying
Hey, you. Yes, you at the bar there, the blonde. Want to hear a story? Well, all things considered you're alone in a bar on All Hallows. Don't look at…
Read NowThe Two Figurines
It was around Thanksgiving when my grandparents came to visit. It had been almost two years since I and my younger brother and sister, Eric and Breanna, got to see…
Read NowThe Puppet Master’s Prayer
It was my senior year at St. Mary’s University, a small Catholic school in Texas. I grew up in San Diego, California, and moving to such a foreign place, I…
Read NowGood Night / Good Bye
“Do you believe in Cartesian duality?” “Cartesian what?” “That consciousness is not caused by physical processes but by something else — some sort of soul if you will.” “I guess…
Read NowMiracle City III: The Doomed Journey
This is Reagan Myers again, I realize that this update is very late, and I apologize for that. At this very moment, I’m sitting in a dark bunker with a…
Read NowTake the Four-Thirty Six
Hollis Gommer sat on a bench, one shoelace irreverently untied, the laces brushing against the dusty concrete, the other tied in a pristine double knot, hardly untied for several days…
Read NowThe Custodian
A man named Marty Foster was walking. He wasn’t quite sure where to; hadn’t been for some time. He had found that it was shockingly easy to lose his way…
Read NowNever Trust the Quiet Ones
I finally understand! See, silence is key. It's tranquil. Noiseless. Golden. That's the true beauty of it; at its very essence, its very core. It can mean nothing at all,…
Read NowFenter Woods
I used to live in a small town called Fenter. It was a quiet place to grow up with one school, a doctors, a police station, a cinema (with films…
Read NowPoisoned Oak — The Sacred Grove
Related: Poisoned Oak Bassa was not unlike many of his neighbors in Glevum, a town in the Roman province of Britannia; men who were originally brought to this land by…
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The Story of Her Holding an Orange: Part Six & Link to the End
If you're just staring to read my experiences with this horror, you should read my other stories first. You can find them here: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part…
Read NowThe Story of Her Holding an Orange: Part Five
Formalities first: If you’re just joining my diary of horror, please read part one, part two, part three, and part four. I have become almost indifferent to what’s going on to me. Since my…
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