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The Letter to My Other Self
I had woken up after a very long time. It almost felt like an eternity. I opened my eyes and there it was, the night, my lost love. I was…
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It’s Been 6 Months Since They Came Back
It’s been six months since they came back… …and things wouldn’t have been that bad if it weren’t for all those idiots out there. The first one appeared somewhere in…
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A Survivor’s Accounts of the Depraved Funhouse: The Balloon (Part Four)
Read Part one here Read Part two here Read Part three here For at least a good ten minutes or so, I just laid there as the terrified adrenaline began…
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A Mist Between Blue & Gray
The one thing I know, perhaps the last thing I know to be true, is that there is a very fine mist between one dimension and the next. And crossing…
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A Survivor’s Accounts of the Depraved Funhouse: The Balloon (Part Three)
Read Part one here Read Part two here As I began to reach for the door, hands shaking uncontrollably; I closed my eyes and began muttering out loud “There’s nothing…
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Season of Storms
“What a frickin’ mess this is.” Detective Mike Barrow stood atop a muddy ridge on a humid Monday morning, looking down at a small crew of police personnel in a…
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A Survivor’s Accounts of the Depraved Funhouse: The Balloon (Part Two)
Read part 1 here I was a bit unnerved when I saw that it resembled a lot of the poster that advertised it; a gigantic pasty white face with large…
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The Angels Burned Part 2
Read Part one here It was gearing up to be a long night. The place was packed two-deep with thirsty patrons, and our barback was nowhere in sight. I wouldn’t…
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A Survivor’s Accounts of the Depraved Funhouse: The Balloon [Part One]
Let me begin this by saying that I share my story with you all purely by order of my psychiatrists. They labor under this delusion that reaching out to others…
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The Heavy Man
I had first heard about the Heavy Man during an unpleasant encounter with a deranged lunatic. Of all nights to visit Sal's pub, I happened to go while HE was…
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The Dripping
My brother shut the door of our apartment with a long, exaggerated sigh. He walked right to the fridge to grab two tall Bud Lights from the fridge: one for…
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My friend did something terrible to prove a philosophical point
Tom and I were both neurology students in our senior year. I think it all started when his mother died a few months ago - a drunk driver crashed into…
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I sought out a horrifying truth. Now I wish I hadn’t
Have you ever heard Plato’s allegory of the cave? Well, I’m no philosopher, but I’ll try my best to explain it. Essentially you have a group of people who’ve spent…
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Tales From Lake Bottomless: The West Side
Part 1: Tales From Lake Bottomless: Levi The Leviathan Howard Greene back again, last time I was on here I promised I’d share my experience of traveling to the west…
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The Village In The Shadows
September 3rd, 1692 Northridge village stood as it always had, apart from most of the civilized world. It was a simple self contained community consisting mostly of farmers and the…
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The Mansion And The Pond
To begin, I do not condone any actions that I myself do not directly commit while working here at The Agency. My peers, superiors, and comrades are responsible for what…
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NosferatuNacht
For just over fifteen years, Birkingshire, England; in it’s bright and wondrous splendor, was the breeding ground for joy and cheer. Every year, the denizens of the city gathered around…
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Tales From Lake Bottomless: Levi The Leviathan
Being the only person that lives near a cursed, murky, swamp-like lake sounds quite creepy, stupid, and moronic, I won’t lie to you, it kinda is. Most of the time…
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Leech Teeth
The sands of time are known for their love of stealing away the little things; they sift away memories of childhood best friends and the password to your old computer…
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The Conjurer
Twice in my life I’ve wished for a magic wand. The first was eight years into my marriage, when our heart-wrenchingly tender obstetrician told us there was nothing left to…
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This is Not a Place of Honor
Following the collapse of the Soviet Union in 1991, huge numbers of formerly classified government documents were made available to the public for the first time. Such was the glut…
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The Last Bus
The first time I caught the night bus was pure chance. I’d heard the legends of course, we all had. Urban legends are a big thing where I live. I…
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