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The Story of Her Holding an Orange: Part Four
If you haven't read my previous posts, please read stories one, two and three. Hey guys, after many PMs asking for an update, I decided to bring you up to speed on whats going…
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The Story of Her Holding an Orange: Part Three
Anyone who hasn't read my story should do so before looking in this thread. My first story had some updates to it too. My second story is my girlfriend's account of the events. Hey…
Read NowThe Story of Her Holding an Orange: Part Two
Before you read my girlfriend’s side of the story, you may want to read my first post that also contains last night’s unfortunate update. Here is the update copy/pasted: Okay guys, I…
Read NowMarch 2013 Discussion Post: What Do You Most Fear?
This month's discussion post was suggested by YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE USERNAME! What do you most fear? It's a question that, I hope, should spark some interesting comments as well as…
Read NowThe Story of Her Holding an Orange: Part One
Okay guys, before I begin, I gotta give you a fair warning. This story is absolutely true unfortunately. It is also very long. It goes back to my childhood, but…
Read NowChop the Willow
Related: Harlequin No.7 & The Kindness of Strangers “I ask him why above he crawls, scratching apart my bedroom walls. And he looks down through white eyes peeping, And says……
Read NowThe Noisy Portrait
Your mother had been sick for years. You never did know exactly what was wrong with her though. Countless doctors had examined her and all had to admit she was…
Read NowThe Systelien Specter
Back in May of 2010, my best friend, Andy, and I wanted to make a video game that we thought was going to change virtual reality gaming and the horror…
Read NowYellow Rain Fever
Dear Survivor- If you're reading this, I'm probably dead. It's for the best. You see, about four or five days ago, a storm rolled in. Now, this in and of…
Read NowHidden Maize
Dried husks scratched their arms as they squeezed through the narrow isles of corn. Finding the entrance was a miracle as the pathways are barely discernable from the rows of…
Read NowCaught in the Headlights
I was driving home from school for thanksgiving break. It was dark even though it was only 7PM. I always hated when it started to get dark so early. I…
Read NowIn the Wall
I had moved into a new apartment with my girlfriend about two years ago. It was pretty small; it had only a kitchen, one bedroom, one bathroom, and a living…
Read NowThe Campground
This is based off a true story experienced by my mother. When my mother was younger, a teenager specifically, she was quite mischievous. She was a rebel, a non-conformist. She…
Read NowForgotten Valentine
I had managed to keep a healthy scepticism of ghosts, ghouls and all things supernatural until I was 28. I found most claims of such things to be dubious at…
Read NowEugene’s Yacht
I’ve been watching Eugene constantly for about a year now, and if I’ve learned anything in that time at all, it’s that my future plans wouldn’t be easy. Eugene was…
Read NowThe Veiled Girl
In 1998, I was in grade 7 of school and undergoing a disorienting move from Manitoba to a small town on the boarder of Arkansas and Oklahoma. I wasn’t used…
Read NowGood Morning, Daddy
This all started with simple, little events. They were the kind of things that you question for a moment, and let pass without too much thought. I’ll start from the…
Read NowThe Wretch of Weed Park
Well, here I am. 2 A.M on a damn school night. Lying in bed, unable to sleep again, on my laptop, writing this. I’m writing to get my story out,…
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