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The Living History Project
One of my least favorite parts about being a middle school history teacher is the bullshit “Living History” assignments we give at the end of every school year. Kids are…
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A Peculiar Kind of Madness
I'd always known that my great-grandma was an orphan, but in late October of last year, she decided to tell me the truth about what happened to her family. We…
Read NowThe Art Of Jacob Emory
Ghost stories? Nah, we don't have anything like that around here. We DO have the story of Jacob, but that's about as close as you'll get. ...You really want to…
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Ickbarr Bigelsteine
When I was a small child, I was terrified of the dark. I still am, but back when I was around six years old I couldn’t go a full night…
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My Grandfather’s Final Invention
My grandfather was an inventor. All his life he’s be tinkering with something, either taking something that existed and changing it, making it into something brand new (Or at the…
Read NowI Found a Dead Girl’s Diary
Everybody’s looking for Malinda Paige. The entire town would sling a rope around a tree and clap and cheer as she jitterbugged her way to hell. And the Police, of…
Read NowThe Boy Who Loved to Read
Once, there was a boy who loved to read. He read everything he could get his hands on, and loved going to his favorite book store. One day, the boy…
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 NowPokémon Black
I stumbled on this unsettling story of an obscure Pokémon bootleg/art-hack that I thought might be neat to share on here. I think this originated from 4chan, so I’ve no…
Read NowThe Advent Calendar
It was the Christmas of 1965, before man had landed on the moon, before the wall had fallen, before many things good and bad. For me it was the last…
Read NowListers Rache
It may be hard to believe for those of us born in the digital age—when every embarrassing moment can potentially be uploaded to Youtube for posterity—but an estimated 70% of…
Read NowThe Little Wooden Box
It was your standard blue collar work day—in at 9, work for eight hours, out by 5. My dad was on his way home to have a standard blue collar…
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Twisted Teddy
I suffer from Schizophrenia. Before you jump to any conclusions about me…before that word “schizophrenia” flashes its stigma and makes you think of serial killers, mass shooters, and the like,…
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The Kitchen Drawer
Dear Thomas, Know this - I love you brother. I’m not sure what you will find waiting for you on the kitchen counter besides this notebook. Hopefully nothing. But it…
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The White Face In The Window
Last winter I was walking through a park near my apartment when I came across five young boys attempting to smash an object with a hammer. Granted, Chicago children are…
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The Yakutia Incident
In regards to the Yakutia Incident, much doubt has been placed on my official statements and testimony. The cynical among you have cited the slightest of contradictions in my accounts…
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SUPPORT DESK TRANSCRIPT ID: 100156-03 Supp User: Jim_D Call Date/Time: 08-16-201X Cust Acc: 212254674 Supervisor Notes: Customer account identified at intro - passed thru to support. FLSH case No. 83447…
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My Pillow Has a Voice Inside of It
I know this is going to sound crazy as hell, but... I think my pillow had something living inside of it. I'm aware that's the strangest thing to say, but…
Read NowOff the Beaten Path
Sitting at his table illuminated by a small bedside lamp, Robert Francis poured over a map jotting down notes each time his eyes fell onto some point of interest. It…
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The Spider and the Orange
Winter is a brutal child of mother nature. It acts like a tyrant as it lays siege all over the land, claiming multiple casualties in its wake. That’s why many…
Read NowCraters in Her Face
I've always been an art enthusiast. I guess I inherited that from my grandmother. She had been a painter for many years, and tried her best to instill a love…
Read NowMy Account
It was a tattered notebook. I'm not sure why I even picked it up. It sat there forlornly on the dock, seeming to stare at me as I stepped off…
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