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The two men stood in the crisp, evening mountain air. The woodland that surrounded them on all sides was dense and deep. “So…” the first man turned to the other, straightening up his stab-proof vest. “Where ...

Ever just stand back and admire the presence of even the simple atmosphere around you? The aroma, the embellishment, or the hands in motion on an old antique clock, making the room seem alive? This was ...

Tiny goosebumps. Ice tingling up the spine. These sensations lingered; the only means of knowing that someone was watching. No, not watching… stalking. For how long? He didn't really know, but he became aware of this ...

When I was in the 6th Grade, I went on a school sponsored camping trip with my class mates. It was kind of like an immersive science lesson. The trip was chaperoned by our science teacher, ...

It was probably nothing, he thought, suppressing a shiver of fear; just next doors cat jumping down from the bureau, or the broom falling over in the kitchen. After all, everybody knows that in the dead ...

Today was perfectly normal to begin with, nothing out of the ordinary at all. The same old droning of daytime television and cars, the occasional bird just loud enough in the backyard to make itself heard ...

A stone quarry is an awful place to be at night if you’ve got a nervous disposition, like I do. The silhouettes created by the hewn rocks look like stalking figures, and the whole place is ...

They say that the olfactory senses (the sense of smell) is the sense closest linked to memory. Go on eBay, or to a high-end antiques dealer. Find an item made a good amount of time before ...

"What's this?" Pamela asked, running her hands over the verdant green cloth.  Whatever it covered stood a nearly a foot taller than her.  It was roughly rectangular shaped and she could feel what felt like molded ...

-Log 45- 9:45:34 AM I walked into the Lab today and started to work on prototype 6A. For some reason this prototype specifically has trouble syncing with the rubber latex face place upon it and earlier ...

While brushing your teeth in the evening, you catch a glimpse of your wall mirror, covered in fingerprints. Annoyed, you grab a towel and rub at them. They remain. Upon closer inspection, you realize that they ...

Every grave holds a person, their life, and their legacy. It reminds you that you have only one shot at this life, and to live it to the fullest, but is this true? I have experienced ...

Heather was at her friend Jenny’s house one afternoon.  It was just after school and Jenny’s parents hadn’t arrived home from work yet.  It was just the two of them, and they were engrossed in a ...

Farm work was foreign to me, but I needed the money. I was having trouble finding a job since the move to Georgia, and a friend of a friend had mentioned an old estate in the ...

He had a bad day today. No, a terrible day. He drove along the barren roads illuminated only by the grace of the moon and the crimson flame of porch lights that dotted the countryside. A ...

The sun commits suicide upon the pointed spikes of the mountain slopes, and is reincarnated as a floating blue ghost glaring through the boarded window. The walls chuckle quietly, coughing as some small rat scurries to ...

“Can we go on the roller coaster?” “Sure we can,” Kent assured his son, whose eyes brimmed with hope and enthusiasm. Little Brian ran ahead towards the ride as his father walked quickly behind. It was ...

I was an American male on the loose in Belgium in the late 80’s. The tiny village I lived in was called Cambron-Casteau and was only a few kilometers north of the French Frontier. The town ...

There's a small, inconspicuous building called "Padraic Willoughsby and Co." in the industrial district of Birmingham, UK. Most of the time, its doors are locked and the windows are draped. However, on February 29th of every ...

I threw a rock down the well. It clattered against the walls as it bounced from one side to another. I waited, straining both ears. No indication that it had reached the bottom. "Hello?" I whispered ...

“Deputies have confirmed that accused spree killer Jason Urban was transferred to the Akron Detention Center in the dead of night two days ago and has been held there in segregation in a highly secure wing ...

No one knew where it came from or how it happened. It was just another sunny, dull, and happy day in the small Michigan town when it began. It occurred with the small things first (like ...

I've noticed a spot forming on the dining area wall in my apartment. I figure I should call someone about it, but I'll have to worry about it later. I gotta concentrate on the work load ...

A quiet wood cabin sits alone in the dark wood trees of Ashen Park. The building itself is elevated in four trees of immense age. Deep scarlet splatters the frozen-over grass; for as long as the ...