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She Waits for me in the Tub
I failed and, now, I don't know what to do. To clarify, I write about and, sometimes, perform popular rituals I find online. Yeah, it's kind of a stupid hobby,…
Read NowWinter Doldrums
The air was foggy, so much so I was barely able to see my hand before my eyes. The mist surrounding me was dense and the heat added to my…
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The Music in the Woods
Thursday, 26th March 2020 There is an old monastery not far from my home in a quiet part of the country. It sits among a ten acre forest where it…
Read NowThe League of Creepypasta Supervillains
Introduction: In every major city in the world there is an old abandoned warehouse that is home to the local League of Creepypasta Supervillains. This league varies depending on the…
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The Weaver
My vision was hazy. I could feel warm liquid trickling down my forehead as I attempted to lift my head. The car’s blinker thundered inside of me like a heavy…
Read NowNo Right Turn on Red
It was well past midnight as I drove home from my new job. The pay wasn't so good, and it was far from home, but I really had no choice…
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You Asked Me For My Name (Tales of Lilith)
It was darkening, the end of the day. I walked a suburban artery that fed the middle class neighborhoods of Castle Rock. I quickened my pace, anxious to arrive at…
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The Legend of Wide Eyes
The legend began during lockdown on March of 2020, within a town whose name and location I refuse to give away-on the chance anyone reading this is curious and stupid…
Read NowThe Bells On Christmas Eve
We moved in right after Thanksgiving. It was right after my recently divorced Mom finally got her job promotion at work. It had been a long time coming but finally…
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It Likes Chicken Best
“Maya!” Natalie said as she walked through the door, grocery bags in either hand. “Maya, Peter, we’re home!”She walked into the kitchen, placing the bags on the counter as Logan…
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Perfect Day
It was a perfect June day. The sky was blue and not one cloud to be seen. It was warm and the breeze was just right. The sun was shining…
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I Was The First Human To Walk On Venus: Something Deadly Is Here
Human spaceflight has always been one of the many fascinations of humanity, the idea of leaving behind our mother Earth, exploring new worlds, and discovering the secrets of the universe.…
Read NowThere’s an Ocean in My Basement and it’s Ruining My Life
I want to be upfront about something: I am a VFX artist. I moved to New Jersey eight months ago so I could have have a reasonable commute to a…
Read NowThe Metaphysical
“One may attain the Metaphysical’s wealth, All they have to trade is blood and good health.” This was the message written on the mineshaft’s sign. My brother and I read…
Read NowFrom Hell I Write
I write to you now, but I do not write from my room, with a bed so soft and a window so bright. I do not write from my home, with…
Read NowAbigail’s Run
October 31st 1691 ‘’Hurry,’’ Deliverance whispered, her voice softer than the light breeze which tousled her lank grey hair. ‘’Bury it, child, bury it deep.’’ Tucking a wayward strand of…
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I Found a Forum for Dead People
It’s a tale as old as the internet itself. You’re killing your boredom by browsing the net. Mindlessly scrolling through pictures and reading through forums.One click leads to another, and…
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Tonight’s Entertainment
In the dark of the night, little children often feel as if they see demons in their closet, and as if someone is watching them. The inky blackness of the…
Read NowA Haunted House in Sialkot
This story comes from my dad and he was around 18 at the time of this particular incident. It was summer time so he went visiting relatives in a city…
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The Angel of Death
Extract from records found at scene, author unknown. Dated October 1883: Matted fur stuck to the Beast’s sides, sweat dripping down its flank as it expelled rancid breath. Thick ropes…
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I Hope I Never Dream Again
Dreams are supposed to be a magical place, a place where we can escape from our everyday lives, where our imagination can run free. I have often heard my friends…
Read NowThe Crimson Collector
The rhythmic creak-crunch of the rusted swing set was the only soundtrack to Mia’s childhood. At nine years old, Mia was a ghost in her own schoolyard. While other children…
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