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Play Stupid Games, Win Stupid Prizes
My friends and I have always been pranksters. Our four-man group is comprised of Ricky, Danny, Taika, and myself. This story is about the consequences of our actions. Occasionally, we…
Read NowJust Another Summer in ‘95 Part Two
Read Part One here We both drove back to the station and handed in our gear and changed. I could still smell the faint odor clinging to my uniform. I…
Read NowThe Man in the Photograph
The photograph looked ordinary at first. On a quiet Saturday morning, the small neighborhood yard sale did not look very exciting. A few folding tables stood on the sidewalk in…
Read NowJust Another Summer in ‘95
I want to say this happened in the early summer when our park was full of hikers, campers, and tourists. Montana had its beauty in those summer months, so I…
Read NowThe Unseen
Read Part One here Read Part Two here “You can’t fight what you can’t see or hear.” – Marion Strickler “For good to have any chance, there needs to be…
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Born on 13
The following was recorded in New York City during a group session on Friday, August 13, 2021; EIT 0-3-7 ———————————— JAMIE: Hello everyone, I’m Jamie— GROUP: Hi Jamie! [light applause]…
Read NowWhat’s the Matter, Jenny?
You believe in ghosts? Me neither. I can’t or I’ll go completely off the track. Or maybe I’m already nuts. What happened two days ago in the Chapelgate house might’ve…
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One-Mississippi
One-Mississippi, two-Mississippi, Three-Mississippi, four... Your child may be gone, but there is no need to mourn. I live in an isolated place. A big, old neighborhood where the homes are…
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Wanna Play?
Part 1 When I was about ten years old, my family moved. We ventured to a semi-suburban part of Georgia, where my parents opted for one of the older neighborhoods…
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I Was Hired to Murder Myself
I have always enjoyed killing; and I blame it on my farm childhood. Calling it a farm is a big stretch. I grew up in a shack on a rural…
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The Man with Hands that Scream
The playground at Kind Street park was always empty, but I didn’t know why. I’d never played there before, only driven or walked past on my way somewhere else. It…
Read NowJust A Small Request
I can't remember the last time I felt normal. I constantly move through life wondering exactly what it is that I'm missing in my genetic code that separates me so…
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I’ve been dreaming things I shouldn’t
Dreams are a wholly different experience depending on who you ask. Some claim to have bizarre and vivid experiences every night; others say they don’t dream at all. If you…
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Code Amber
It was just past 7:00 PM, as I was sat in my car outside of a small diner when I got it, the amber alert. My phone began to fiercely…
Read NowParty Crashing
Halloween is by far my favorite time of the year, the one wonderful day where walking around with a mask on is socially acceptable. Masks hold quite a unique place…
Read NowThe Lurker
These posts were taken directly from a blog that got removed shortly after the last upload. Archived text below. HeyWarren - Posted 2/27/19 9:23pmMy Roommate Is Missing - Entry #1…
Read NowI Like Quiet
As I walked into my local library, I felt at peace. Some people are addicted to heroin; I am addicted to literature. I love the way libraries are so organized,…
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The Cursed Brass Bell of Trussville
The following is the history of the Brass Bell of Trussville, as I have come to understand it. I am remiss to admit that I have not been able to…
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Coming Home
Before I start I should mention that the names of the crew who worked on the movie have been either changed or omitted. That being said, in 2016 an up-and-coming…
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Dr. Greenwich’s Flesh Golem
Read Part One Here I’d come back from another visit to the forest by Dr. Greenwich’s former ‘clinic’, when Harlowe gave me another of her trademark looks. I was barely…
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Masking the Smell
Becoming a parent changes everything. We have implicitly accepted the notion that all things in life should be regulated for orderly consumption. I expect to know exactly how much manganese is in…
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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…
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