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The scar eater
“Oh, sweet child… don’t cry. I’ll lick your scars softly… nibble at them slowly… and finally eat them. Your pain is so beautiful. Hush now… hush… let me take it…
Read NowLa Muerta Blanca
I am currently sitting in front of my computer, scared witless. Any moment now I am going to be killed. Today a friend of mine told me a story. His…
Read NowThe Mail Man
It all started as a message in my mailbox one morning. Having my morning coffee and cigarette, I decided to walk out to the mailbox and check my mail. I…
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The Backroads Part 4: Soul Harvest
Read Part One here Read Part Two here Read Part Three here JESSE:[exhausted] Hey again, everyone. You’re all probably wondering if we made it back tothe Paved Streets or what’s…
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Step By Step
You’ve probably never counted how many steps are on your staircase, yet, if you were to walk those steps with your eyes closed, you’d know exactly when you’ve reached the…
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The Shadows of Samuel Craven
In the sleepy town of Windarm, a street where no one goes, a child of wondrous prying was deadened in crooked pose. His name was Samuel Craven a boy no…
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The Molendinar Burn
Jack Mckay huddled in the cold midnight street with a pale green sleeping bag encasing his lower half. Spindled trails of light reflected off the gleaming roads from damp lampposts.…
Read NowCountry Roads
Holy shit. I don't trust roads anymore. Fuck driving. I'm getting a hotel. My heart is racing, but here's why: A couple days ago, I was driving down a long…
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Father Cooke: Part 2 – I Want to Hold Your Hand
Publisher's Note: This story is part of the author's Father Cooke series of interrelated stories. If you enjoy it, the author invites you to click here to read the other tales…
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Don’t Wear Contacts Made by NewLife Vision
I don’t know about everyone else, but I have always had terrible vision. Generally, it gets worse from year to year, but there are some years I’m able to skip…
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If you’re near Rochester Heights I need your help, the thing in the hallway won’t let me leave my room
I Through my peephole, I saw that it was still there. The flayed skin glistened under the dim glow of the hanging incandescent lightbulb. It knew I was watching and…
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Obey the Pattern
I’m writing this while I still have control of my body. There needs to be a record of what’s happening to me, so if it happens to you, at least…
Read NowThe Vessel
The realtor still wouldn’t look me in the face as he held the keys out to me. I couldn’t blame him. Most people were put off by the lines etched…
Read NowSomething Else
Okay, so I’m not going to start with one of those disclaimers where the writer assures you that what you’re reading is true. It really doesn’t matter if you believe…
Read NowThe Five Of Them
Beware, boys and girls; beware Brie Woods! It is no place for such young children; Monsters are lurking in its shadows, Big and small, wicked and kind. There are brothers…
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Dagon’s Daughter
The madness of the eyes is the lure of the abyss. Sirens lurk in the dark depths of the pupils as they lurk at the bottom of the sea, that…
Read NowThe Gun Game
The loud bang on her front door jolted Clara from her daydream. This was it. After all the careful planning and struggling to survive, the end would come now; 9…
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Don’t Look Outside
I've been living in a fifth wheel on my recently purchased property. The goal was to build a home on the 2 acres of land but the weather didn't agree…
Read NowDon’t Knock Back
The following excerpt is from the personal journal of Walter Harris Junior collected after his disappearance which took place on June 7th, 1946. This documentation is only for the personal…
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