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The Leather Cape
Early in the summer a few years ago, I started dating this girl whose mother worked at the local flea market. The girl - let’s call her Tiffany - and…
Read NowLost Tombs and Those Lost Within Them
I could barely keep from collapsing as I ran through what seemed to be the never-ending darkness of the godforsaken catacombs. When I’d first signed on to serve as Professor…
Read NowThe Squire and the Black Scroll
Kneeling before the Knight, Edwin accepted the scroll with great honor. It was such an odd thing he held; one of the likes he had never experienced before. The parchment…
Read NowIt’s Not About You
You and Sarah rush through the doors as Rachel screams. Her cries abruptly cut off as the stone doors slam shut, though you can still hear a faint grinding coming…
Read NowThe Yellow Car
Everyone's got one of those stories. A ghost that visited a childhood bedroom, a near-miss on the highway that should've killed them, a moment that never quite made sense no…
Read NowLooking For an Old Game
Posted: January 11th 2013, 9:02 PM Hey, I'm still kind of new here. My name's Matt, and I'm looking for an old game that my dad and I used to…
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The Milk Boy: A Prelude the The Whool
The Settlement of SaultonSometime in the 1800s “Keep walking, boy.” The deep, mysterious voice kept replaying over and over in his head. He did as it told him though, not…
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The Real Nosferatu
I'm sure if you're a real horror fan, you've heard of the 1922 movie Nosferatu. It was one of the first real horror movies, made in Germany just after World…
Read NowWood Grain
We had found the dresser at a yard sale, beaten and broken, but it was an artifact of the 1920s and my husband insisted we bring it home and fix…
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The Static Man
I always thought the old TV in my grandmother's attic was broken. It would never receive channels, only emit a hiss of static when you tried turning the dial. But…
Read NowBlood Moon: Bound in Blood and Magic
ORDINARY FOLK had no reason to fear the Moon. Or so they thought. It hung in the sky as a welcome guardian, pale as paper in its various phases, providing…
Read NowThe Passage
Obsessed with a fairy tale, we spend our lives searching for a magic door and a lost kingdom of peace. - Eugene O’Neill II am in many ways blessed, for…
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The Old Lie of the Dead Lands
The Old Lie of the Dead Lands 'frankness as never before, disillusions as never told in the old days, hysterias, trench confessions, laughter out of dead bellies. There died a…
Read NowYou Got a Leak
I just couldn’t do it anymore. After thirteen long years on this road, it was time for a change. I’ve been all over the country. I’ve seen the flat lands…
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The Statues
I never liked going to my aunt Paola’s house. Honestly, I never liked her either. She’s a creepy bible-thumping Jesus fanatic and she’d always circle over me like a vulture.…
Read NowDionaea Muscipula
Martin looked somberly into the murky gold of his lukewarm scotch. He hated these kinds of functions. Not only was he not particularly good at large crowds, dancing, loud music,…
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He’s In My Head and He Won’t Go Away
[For what should be obvious reasons later in the story, I'm withholding my friend's name. I'll just call him Matt or Matthew for the sake of privacy purposes or whatever…
Read NowThe Tuscan Game
The Tuscan villa was a postcard come to life, a sprawling stone residence nestled among rolling hills thick with cypress trees and the silvery-green olive groves. For Tom and Linda…
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