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The Witch of Arlena Falls
5:58 AM “There is an unexpected turn in the weather this morning, say our local meteorologists. Instead of seeing a warm day, we are getting a snowstorm that sources are…
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Daddy’s Girl
After Momma got sick, Daddy didn’t act the same. He’d go off into their room and not come out for days. I was just thirteen at that time, but Daddy…
Read NowThe Bad Kids Festival
On a warm Tuesday night in 1971, Tamera put on her best Sunday clothes and climbed out of her bedroom window. Her foster brother Jax was asleep peacefully in his…
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Why I Hate Lightning McQueen
I don’t think I can put into words, how good it feels being a Father. I love Daniel more than I could possibly say. His bright, shining smile, his endless…
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Mister Wink
Annie wasn’t enjoying dinner, her eyes instead staring down at her light-up shoes (which had been a gift from her Grandmother) beneath the table. It wasn’t because she disliked the…
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The Christmas Bear
When I was a young kid, there was nothing bigger than Bingo’s Circus Extravaganza. I grew up in the Cleveland area during the ‘80s. While some of the larger television…
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I think my family is cursed by Bram the Toymaker?
The story I am about to tell you is crazy. I had the weirdest, creepiest experience last weekend. And I think people like you want to hear. The curse must…
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Jesus Camp
I was raised Evangelical. Miraculous healing, speaking in tongues, God’s voice speaking through people, Jesus Camps, and Christian School. Yep. Christian School. My. Whole. Life. These were all realities to…
Read NowThe 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 NowWhere Bad Kids Go
I must have been six or seven when I lived in Lebanon. The country was ravaged by war at the time, and murders were common and frequent. I remember during…
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Toys in the Attic
Christmas has always been a hard time for me. Childhood memories of bickering relatives, drunken tirades, and hostile dinner conversations made me wince at the mere mention of the holiday.…
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What was lost in the fire
“Jesus Christ!!!!” Penny coughed as the dust swirled up around her feet. She looked around the attic, wondering who would keep all this stuff lying around. Just within her field…
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I’ve Been Stuck in School Detention for Three Years
Part 1 It was stupid and immature. I'll be the first to admit that. But it's not like I killed anyone. And if you want to try to understand things…
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I was a Disney kid. Obviously. Heck, I even still have toys and figurines of the mouse himself lying around my room, specifically a large, stuffed plushie of Mickey. However,…
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The God In The Gutter
I was four years old the first time I saw the God in the Gutter. The memory didn’t form until my mother mentioned that one summer I started shrieking while…
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The Awful Thing We Did to Eliza
Dad said a man was coming from the city to photograph us tomorrow. I never had a photograph taken of me before. My parents had one taken with James when…
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My Best Friend Became a Murderer
My buddy Gavin had always tried to be a superhero. Yes. You read that right. Not he always loved superheroes – not even that he always wanted to be a…
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The Mannequin Farm
I think I’m finally at the point where I’m able to talk about it. It’s been several years since it happened. None of us - not me, nor my friend,…
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