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A Night at the Farm House
As they walked up the front steps of the house, Tommy could feel his fear set in. The view of the old farm house in the fading sunlight was enough…
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Strawberry Fields
Having something you can’t control is difficult. That’s what I was thinking the other day when a coworker asked me if I had any experience sitting kids. I do. On…
Read NowThe Old Railway Station
It’s not the most uncommon thing to find yourself at the receiving end of a horror story in a public gathering. After all, everybody has their ghosts, don’t they? And…
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The Statement of Randolph Carter
I repeat to you, gentlemen, that your inquisition is fruitless. Detain me here forever if you will; confine or execute me if you must have a victim to propitiate the…
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There’s a woman hiding somewhere in my house
I could tell that Kate had something on her mind. She seemed distracted while the rest of us talked. Eyes fixed on the doorway to the corridor. She gave the…
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The Confession of Buck Curwen
In the town of Stockbridge, Massachusetts, on December 8th, 2021, Buck W. Curwen was arrested on charges of grave robbing, kidnapping, breaking and entering, destruction of property, assault, double homicide,…
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Pastel Horrors
The Easter basket arrived this morning, though I live alone and ordered nothing. Inside, nestled amongst the garish plastic grass, wasn't chocolate, but a single, impossibly large, milky-white eye staring…
Read NowThe Haunted Bus Route
Driving a bus. I'm not sure how many people dreamed they could do that when they were kids, but one thing I know for sure is that I did. I…
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Hold on Tight
The air was cotton candy and popcorn. The mood was light. Children did as children did, running and jumping and laughing and crying and fighting, at varying intervals, sometimes all…
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Red Eyes: A Mystery that terrorized a town
One - The town of Redding There are some things you should fear. Things that really go bump in the night. Just like there are some stories you should never…
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DON’T KNOCK ON WOOD
Don’t knock on wood. Ever again. I know that sounds crazy. But trust me. It’s not worth it. It’s not worth it because you might not be ready for what…
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The Sinister Painting
The taxi drove off, leaving Funk on the Hoddeston lawn, surrounded by valises. Funk was thinking it more than merely odd that Barclay, for whose coaching he had come prepared…
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The Choir of the Hollow Sky
As a devout Catholic, I had waited all my life for the Rapture. When it finally came, I realised the falsehood of my God. It was four days ago now,…
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The Disposition of Dead Flesh
I often find myself pondering dead flesh. No, it’s not some weird fetish and I’m not crazy. You could say it’s a matter of absolute necessity but we’ll get to…
Read NowBlood Moon: Bound in Blood and Magic
ORDINARY FOLK had no reason to fear the Moon. Or so they thought. It hung in the sky as a welcome guardian, pale as paper in its various phases, providing…
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A Childhood Phone Number
It started when a friend of mine came over, which led to us speaking at length about our childhood homes. He grew up in a different province where things seemed…
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Fishing With Clouds and Teeth
It began with a smell of thunder. The night had settled into the empty spaces of the house as Malcolm made his way through to the living room, turning on…
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Don’t ignore the motion sensors
Things have been tough ever since mom passed. Dad's a complete shell of himself, and I've been left on my own to sort through the abundance of emotions I'm going…
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The Eye of Glass
The mountain was tall and malformed. It jutted out of the earth as a singular monolith, unbothered and undisturbed in its growth from any other rock formations budding up against…
Read NowHerbert West—Reanimator
I. From the Dark Of Herbert West, who was my friend in college and in after life, I can speak only with extreme terror. This terror is not due altogether…
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We Chose Hell
HELLO. My name is Max Regnier. My story begins at the end – if there is an end. I’ve been consigned to the fourth circle of Hell. If you’ve ever…
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