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Cross Manor
December 11th, 8:14 pm The odor drew me back to a faint memory from childhood, one I had not felt in years. A winter night so cold it stole the…
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The Hanging Tree
The ball flew towards the boy. With a cry of alarm, the boy dropped to the floor. “Damnit Jimmy, you're supposed to catch the ball not hide from it!” a…
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Halloween Night
"I love you Halloween!" This exclamation six-year-old Harry cried out to the night sky left his mother, Mrs. Jane Florence, reeling with laughter at the door. They'd just gotten home,…
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A Man’s Home is his Castle
The problem with authentic, unaltered vintage homes is always in the basement. Walking through the upstairs, Christine and I fell in love. Original shellac finish on the window frames, the…
Read NowHe Said He Would Protect Me
There were rules in our house that no one ever had to say out loud. Don’t speak when he’s drinking.Don’t look at her when she’s disappointed.Don’t cry where anyone can…
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The Holy Drinker
As Nick lifted the glass to his lips once more, he felt his shirt sleeve pull free from the sticky puddle of spilled cocktails that had accumulated throughout the night.…
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The Elf on the Shelf
Growing up, or at least since the mid-two thousands, my house always had an Elf on the Shelf during the Christmas season. If you don’t know, Elves on the Shelf…
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The Unfortunate Life of Jamie Robert Mitchum
My mother always told me to stay away from Jamie Robert Mitchum. Maybe I should have listened to her. I guess I didn’t really understand why at the time. I…
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The Fallen Leaves Tell A Story
The fallen leaves tell a story…They tell of our sacrifice, the pledge we must make for our survival…Our offerings of worship, our offerings of life…Through our planes it drove. The…
Read NowI wish I never asked my mom about the ghost in the bathroom
My favorite fact to use in Two Truths, One Lie is that I saw a ghost when I was seven. It all started one morning when I was hunched over…
Read NowThe Myling
1 - A Mouth to Feed December 1865 – Vettheim, Finnmark, Norway The frigid winter wind howled ferociously, driving the relentless blizzard hard against the rough wooden walls of the…
Read NowThe Dead Fields
Before going to the Dead Fields, I was never really afraid of anything. I didn’t have a fear of heights, or the dark, at least not one that was crippling.…
Read NowClockwork: Your Time is Up
A little girl sat in her room. Her messy brown hair was put into little pigtails, as her hazel eyes stared at the door. She hugged her stuffed giraffe close…
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Babysitting on Halloween
£25 an hour to look after two little children, I wasn't going to turn that down. It was Halloween night and I had grown out of it, but it didn't…
Read NowMr. Kindly’s Pawnshop
When I was really little, something nasty got into my blood. Daddy took me to every hospital he could, until he’d run out of money. Auntie said we should all…
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The Children in my House’s Walls
The head in the wall was crusted and decayed, mummified in its plastic shroud, the withered face open-mouthed in a scream—or maybe the jaw had loosened as the muscles decayed.…
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I Was Born on a Child Farm
“There is no free will.” Those are the first words I ever read. I woke to them every day for many years. They were written on a sign. The sign…
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King’s Drift
It was an overcast and dull Saturday afternoon when I was attacked. I was twelve years old at the time and despite the threat of rain, we took to the…
Read NowThe Black-Eyed Kids
My Internet Service Provider used to have offices in a shopping center before they moved to their (comparatively) lush accommodations elsewhere. There was a drop box at that original location.…
Read NowBlack-Eyed Kids In Kansas
It was warm for a December afternoon in Hutchinson, Kan., when Katie came home from work in 2008. Katie’s ride dropped her off across from her duplex, and as she…
Read NowThe Eyes of the Angel
Jason watched the hands of the clock ticking. The hour hand was moving to nine o’clock. The hour he dreaded so much. His eyes darted around the room. In the…
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