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The Land Where Nothing Grows
I grew up on a small-town ranch in the Midwest region of the United States, on land that had been passed down in my family for several generations. It can…
Read NowDr. Stoker
Experimentation has always been for the benefit of mankind, even if it has not always yielded such fruit. For every smallpox vaccine we create…we get an atomic bomb. For every…
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The Sinking House
Colt was only thirteen years old when he rowed as fast as he could away from Benji and Caleb, the most menacing boys in Troop 0172. It was the dead…
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He Comes (Zalgo)
Forgive the length of this message, this is the first and possibly the last time I’ll have access to a computer so I thought I’d better write this all…
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The Reaper’s Scythe
There is no fear as potent as the fear of the unknown. No monstrous visage discovered yet has been as terrifying as the infinite potential for horror which exists before…
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Ties That Bind
People kept going missing from my town over the last couple of years. Their mangled remains were all that were ever found of them (if anything was found at all),…
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The Last Pine Barrener
About eight years ago, my great-grandfather, Everett, passed away. Initially, you might say, that doesn’t seem like something worth writing down, but you see, he was 126 years old. Guinness…
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The Wolf Below and Above
I don’t need to watch to know where the woman has decided to hide. It’s always one of three places, and out of those three it’s usually one specific spot.…
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Beneath the Mall
If you’re reading this, you’re probably pretty confused. I know I was. I’ll explain everything, but I’m going to start at the beginning. That’s the only way that this will…
Read NowMy Grandfather’s Ouija Board
My grandfather never spent that much time with me, growing up. When I heard the news of his passing, all I could muster was a tone of indifference in the…
Read NowIn the Mist
Scotland is one of those places that seems to never really be simple, or summed up neatly into a couple of words. Sure, you can try, the tourists certainly do:…
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Vilification
Vilify [vil-uh-fahy]: verb (used with object), 1. To speak ill of; defame; slander 2. To make vile. * * * * * * He awoke into an imperceptible brightness; lights,…
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Dagon’s Mirror
Uncle Marsh had always been the black sheep of our family. A thorn in my father’s side and a constant reminder of how corrupt and decayed our ancestral roots truly…
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The Story of Her Holding an Orange: Part Three
Anyone who hasn't read my story should do so before looking in this thread. My first story had some updates to it too. My second story is my girlfriend's account of the events. Hey…
Read NowNo Rhyme, No Reason, No Explanation
Back when we were six, my brother developed a notorious sleepwalking habit among his various other disorders. So much so that dad child proofed the doors to our room and…
Read NowWhite with Red
A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on…
Read NowGeneration Story
So a little bit about myself before I relay a little bit of my story and if you guys enjoy it I will periodically come back and tell you a…
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The Man Who Ate Ghosts
The days all started with the briefing room—a wall-to-wall palette of aged pastels and stark, hospital grayness. In the center of our little room, an oval-shaped table dominated the space…
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The Thing I Saw the Day My Friend Died
This happened years ago, but it is still something that sticks with me. This all happened like a sequence. You never know if things are supposed to happen for a…
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