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Don’t Go Into the Woods
Rain fell in small silver pools in the bottoms of potholes that lined the city roads, and bejeweled the apartment windows with tiny liquid beads. On her wooden desk, old…
Read NowDo Not Enter
I was usually the type to stay out of trouble and away from danger but Jim on the other hand, was the rebellious type. Usually a long-time friend can pursued…
Read NowThings Change
Funny how things can change, isn’t it? I’m a careless person. I leave things for weeks at a time, and sometimes never come back to them at all. There are…
Read NowEight Ball
Vincent Cox turned off the lights in his hardware store. He zipped up his black, fleece jacket and walked out into the cold, lonely night. He fumbled for the keys…
Read NowThat House
First of all, I want to stress the fact that this is a real happening. This is not some story written to get what I write on to a public…
Read NowThe Tunnel Run
It was 9:30 P.M on a Sunday night and I had only just left work. There was a mountain of paperwork sat at my desk that had to be completed…
Read NowA Change in Seasons
It had started in the farthest corner of my apartment; first as only the slightest hint of coppery red, before oozing from the ceiling and down the wall. I stumbled…
Read NowQuiet Acres
A thousand miles away, there is an attic. No one knows about the attic, for a very good reason. If you were to stand outside the building the attic is…
Read NowHarlequin No.7
“The world is indeed comic, but the joke is on mankind.” - H.P. Lovecraft My town has gained some notoriety in recent weeks. Maybe you've heard about…
Read NowI’m Afraid Of The Dark
I’ve always gotten scared of the dark easily. Maybe it was the stories my older brother used to tell me when we were little. Always explaining in-depth how there were…
Read NowTime Heals All Wounds
It’s that kind of evening. The foggy, humid winter evening. It’s the kind where everyone else curls up in their blankets next to the fireplace, sipping hot chocolate, or gathers…
Read NowDon’t Take My Doll
It was July the 2nd, 1998 when she first appeared. A slight, pale woman with large black rings around her eyes, thin, hollow cheek bones and hair like matted wire.…
Read NowScraggly Hair
It was a Friday night, and I was grounded, without a phone. I lived alone with my dad in a rural community where everyone knows each other, but some keep…
Read NowSpare 10 Minutes – Live A Lifetime
As I stood outside the entrance to the underground passages, heavy rain falling upon the cobblestone road, ready to take part in the cities famous ghost tour amongst a group…
Read NowThe Father
Patient 1970 Log 4 Dr. Evans 11:23 am Wednesday Patient shows further signs of deterioration. MRI scans show that brain matter shows no signs of damage, however, the actual electrical…
Read NowKissie Sykes
September 14th My doctor suggested I start keeping a journal in order to organize my thoughts. Said it would help reduce stress, and god knows I need that. I don't…
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