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The Dark Below
“There it is again. 37 feet down. It’s right below us,” I shouted over the hum of the engine. The white and green 26-foot Bayliner, lovingly dubbed the Karmanos, slowed…
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I Hate My Friend’s Pet
I've recently realized that the older you get, the fewer close friends you retain. You get so caught up with real-world stuff that you forget about the people who've made…
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What Waits in the Cold
Jess steadied her breath as she saw the buck. She was behind a fallen log dug deep into the blanket of snow that lay across the ground. She brought her…
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The Winsted Wildman
The first time Sasha got high, she stood face-to-face with a black bear in the backyard of her friend’s house. She was giggling while her two best friends Jade and…
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The Scoutmaster’s Tale
Scoutmaster Tom sat with his troop around the campfire. It was their first overnight trip and the five boys were all giddy with excitement. All around them the woods echoed…
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The Hayloft
I like mornin’ best in summer. Chet don’t, cuz he’s fifteen and likes his sleep, but I’d rather make my own breakfast, get chores done quick - enjoy the rest…
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Midnight in the Bayou
He really couldn’t blame the car, could he? His ‘76 Chevrolet Caprice was little more than a shadow of its former self; its edges had been reduced to rugged sanguine…
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Black Ibis
I have been a hunter since a very young age. A wanderer of the silent woods, a stalker of the croaking marshes, a drifter of the sighing deserts. My father…
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I dove to depths uncharted. The ocean isn’t safe anymore
The first thing I felt when I hit the water, was fear. It had been months since I’d last dived, hell, I even got nervous when I took showers. But…
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I Made Him Up For Company on Long Car Rides, Now He Follows Me Everywhere
As a kid, it took everything I had not to paint the inside of my family’s car with a wave of vomit. My carsickness was the bane of our long…
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The Grim (Black Shuck)
It was a dark, foggy night, as it really should be whenever something eerie happens. I was walking from my dad’s house over to my mom’s. I’d had a fight…
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Watch for Deer
The roads are different at night. It's something my mom used to say all the time. She said it when I was a child in the back seat, and she…
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Medusa Fog
I stepped out into the quad, salted caramel latte in hand to savour the brief moment of peace between my lectures. The air smelled faintly of salt and seaweed that…
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Bigger Fish
My friend and I have always known not to go into the woods around my house at night. I live in a really, really rural area. Like, the nearest house is about…
Read NowCrown of Screams
I grew up in a small, out-of-the-way town. One of those places where folks only stop by to ask for directions. I know that's how a lot of scary stories…
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The Dumbwaiter
As she parked her Corolla, looking up at the old, weathered house looming above her, Madeline wondered if she should have taken up her friend’s offer to smudge it with…
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The Ocean Men
He tried not to get too close to the man because he smelled like salty chum and rotten fish. Eventually, the scent receded as he went inside the cabin for…
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My Neighbor’s Dog Has a Zipper
At first, I didn’t think anything of it. My neighbor would stop to chat with me, leash in hand, and I would catch glimpses of the metal slider dangling from…
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Ding dong! Erin Tucker (“Erry” to anyone besides her mother) looked up from her tablet to see which of the locals had come to bug her before she finally got…
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Monster Hunting and Other Inadvisable Behavior
3:30 p.m., 1-September: One three-person party entered the Rio Grande National Forest in Hinsdale County, Colorado. They consisted of Trevor Nyson (37 years old) and Matilda Nyson (33 years old),…
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G.O.D’s Journal
The Michigan Inquirer MAY 09, 2023 The following entries were transcribed by Michigan State University senior,Marlee Yarborough. Last weekend, she and three fellow students were camping inManistee National Forest while…
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Arachnophilia
I live in a small, rural town that was nestled away from the hustle and bustle of city life in an area not that far from Richmond, Virginia. It's the…
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My favorite place to be was my mother's arms. She caressed my little head, braided my little curls, kissed my little forehead good morning, and sang me goodnight with a…
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