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I live alone in a houseboat on the bayou. Something’s been tapping at the hull at night.
It's been about a month now that Kenny's been gone. Three weeks and five days to be exact. He left in his pirogue one night just after sunset to go…
Read NowYou’re Not Scared, Right?
You are lying in your bed, the dull whirring of your air conditioner is the only thing separating you from total silence. You know, that particular silence that is so…
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The Tale of Sam Fuller
Before I get to me, I need to start here. There's a story people began telling in our town of Casper. They call it the Tale of Sam Fuller. A…
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Something was Following us When we were Stranded in the Middle of the Sea
"Dad, look!" I looked up from the dusty and dirty old map I had been examining for the past seventeen minutes to see what Liam was pointing at through the…
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The Haunter of the Ring
As I entered John Kirowan's study I was too much engrossed in my own thoughts to notice, at first, the haggard appearance of his visitor, a big, handsome young fellow…
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Alright, it's working. My name is S______ and if you are reading this, then you are probably the police or some mental health professional, investigating my recent actions. Let just…
Read NowOjos Blancos
I met Alex in middle school. He was always really shy. He usually sat by himself, at least a seat away from anyone else. After a few days of class…
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The Shambler In The Attic
‘Must you have battle in your heart forever?The bloody toil of combat?Old contender, will you not yield to the immortal gods?This nightmare cannot die, being eternal evil itself.The horror, pain…
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The Black CD
I think, looking back on it all, I had a very gothic upbringing. By age ten, I had attended two family funerals and no weddings, I felt that I ‘identified’…
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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…
Read NowDon’t Tell
"I don't want to go to Mee Mee Linda's anymore." Britney's little girl, Kristan, said as she was getting her ready to take to her mother's house. Britney was confused…
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Lies from the Pit
The pit, the abyss, it was always there. At least, as far as I can remember. The first time I heard its call, it was subtle, almost unnoticeable. My mother…
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Old Man Winter
Thank you for coming, doctor. I honestly didn't think the renowned psychoanalyst, Jeffrey Gilland, would see me. Then again, it isn’t every day you are handed the opportunity to interview…
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She Still Burns
When Jacob Housley turned up dead, it didn't take long for me to hear about it. Just about everyone knew everyone, back in the old town, and I was more…
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Hypno’s Lullaby
“That’s not fair!” Jimmy cried, slamming his large, gray Nintendo DS shut. “You cheat! I told you to never use your Blastoise. His level is too high.” Preston smirked, though…
Read NowCamping with Black Eyed Kids
My encounter with black eyed kids. Please share. I’d like to know other people’s thoughts. Thank you. First, a quick intro about myself. I’m a 26 years old, male. I…
Read NowMaternal Instinct
I looked down at my children as they slept, the moonlight hitting their faces softly. They all looked so peaceful. They were my children, and I would do anything to…
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Father Cooke: Part 3 – A Holly Jolly Christmas
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…
Read NowA Study In Fear
It seems wrong to imagine such horror beginning so calmly. As I drove to the hospital last night, I remember vividly the warmth of the inside of the car, made…
Read NowFeeding Nights
I watched as the flames ate through the bright stitching of the collar. The sun had at last withdrawn, and the fire now furnished nearly all that remained of the…
Read NowThe Cat in the Hat Strikes Back
The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So she sat in the house All that cold, cold, wet day. She just sat in a chair All…
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The Grinning Man
February 20th, 1979 “August 15th, 1975. That was the first time. You ever heard of cryptozoology? “The study of hidden animals” as it is officially defined, but often mixed up…
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