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Faces in the Pumpkins
“She was right again.” Old Farmer Bill threw one more load of hay in the trailer.“I thought I’d be able to finish it today. Agnes knew what she was talking…
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Confessions Of A Fisherman In A Town Called Langurst
Langurst is a small place, quaint and quiet. A seaside village which I’d never seen the outside of. The comforting sound of the salt waves breaking against rock was seldom…
Read NowIt Never Ends
This all started one very normal night. No clouds in sight and stars as far as the eye could see. Some of my friends and I enjoy being scared, so…
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Please help me. I’m scared, and I don’t know what to do
I don't know else how to say this other than I just saw a titanic skeleton in the woods of Lassen National Park. I understand this place is usually reserved…
Read NowIn The Mirror
Normally you sleep soundly, but the thunderstorm raging outside is stirring you from your sleep. You begin to doze, then another crash jolts you awake. The cycle lasts most of…
Read NowThe Painting in the Mirror
My hands shake as I write this. I’ve long given up any hope of anyone ever believing me, or offering me any form of meaningful help. All I can do…
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Mr. Livingston
Dear Mr. Livingston, I understand that you are a man of business, often solely occupied in the matters that bring such a lively income to our estate. My good sir,…
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My One Night Stand Left Something Inside Me
Hi guys. My name is Violet, I’m twenty-three, and I’m scared. I don’t understand what’s happening to me, and I really hope somebody can help. It was Friday afternoon. I…
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Digger of the Dead
Many people ask me why I would ever choose the field of grave digging as my chosen career. Why choose such a depressing and creepy job when I could be…
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He Won’t Stop Tapping
I live in an attic, a small renovated space in a house that’s older than most. I always pay my rent on time, keep quiet after 9 PM, and am…
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Black Wolf’s Sedan
Taking out the old man had been simple for Black Wolf: locate, break-in, kill him, and secure the body for transport. The job had been clean and bloodless, leaving no…
Read NowOctober, 1973
My doctor gave me this journal to tell my story, since it's easier to write it than to speak it. Dr. Henley says the act of writing might help me…
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Bring us more
A man washed ashore last week. He looked as though he had not eaten in weeks and was barely clinging to life. I, along with much of the town, was…
Read NowI Drive a Taxi Between the Realms. Entry Three: Otherworld
Entry One Entry Two It's been a solid month since my unsettling trip to Tartarus. I still haven't heard anything about the woman I picked up. I suppose that finding…
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Into the Velvet Hallways
In 2017, I tasted death for the first time. Naturally speaking, I wasn’t dead, but I wasn’t alive either; I do not know what I was, or where I was.…
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The Earth Hates You
Two weeks. That's how long it took for my life to fall apart. Two weeks for everything I ever loved or cared about to be taken from me in the…
Read NowConfessions of The Crawler
Now I’m gonna start this saying I’m not the smartest man in the world. I never did well in school, always getting in trouble of one sort or another. I…
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The Building in the Woods
A week ago, if you had asked me if I believed in things that went bump in the night, I would have looked at you as if you’d just escaped…
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