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Secret Bar
Every city claims to have them, and every city will tell you that theirs is the best. Most larger places will lay claim to having quite a few. I am…
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Demented Marionette
I watched the fog creep along the ground and through the treeline at the edge of the property in a daze. I had been staring for a while, slowly realizing…
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Room for Two
Over the past couple of weeks, I’ve had a number of well-intentioned people in my general orbit comment that they’ve noticed a large uptick in the amount of alcohol that…
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Restoration
Part 1 I work in restoration. Your house or business floods? My crew comes in, dries everything up, cleans the baseboards, preps the place, tosses the ruined stuff into a…
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Devils Due
Part one. A melancholy recollection of traumatic events. I hate bullies. Bullies have set the course of my fairly chaotic life, since day one. My father was a bully. My…
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My son, Richie, was almost 3 years old with beautifully thick and curly brown hair that seemed to hang in place flawlessly without any serious effort. He was a growing,…
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The Song and Dance Man
There are few left alive who remember the Song and Dance Man. Time has claimed the ones that survived the long night and I’m sure they went willingly to meet…
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The Infinity Game
Has anyone ever played the Infinity Game? The one with the mirrors? Most people don’t know it’s a game, they just think it’s a cool visual effect. Maybe it’s different…
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Acts of Vengeance
The bell above the door rang noisily as I entered the bookshop. My hopes of just browsing through the books without attracting the attention of a well-intentioned but usually annoying…
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Father Cooke: Part 5 – Burning Down the House
Publisher's Note: This story is part of the author's Father Cooke series of interrelated stories. If you enjoy it, the author invites you to click here to read the other tales…
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…
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The Machine
Griffin and I were both 25. We hadn’t seen each other since college but kept in close contact. I was working at a cybersecurity firm, and I really wasn’t sure…
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Bingo’s Circus Extravaganza
Paul Wallace wasn’t sure that he believed his eyes. Being as careful as he could, he took the object that had caught his gaze off of the shelf and held…
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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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You Can’t Trust Everyone
November 6th, 2015 Oh boy. I’m not really sure how to properly start these types of stories, but, I’m going to try to get to the point as fast as…
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The First Settlement
Welcome, friend. Come on in, it’s storming out there. We’ve lost power, but it’s dry and warm inside. Grab a blanket and join us by the fire before you freeze,…
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For thirty years, I’ve been receiving letters from a land that doesn’t exist
I’ve always held a fascination with the sea, the vast blue oceans that account for two-thirds of the Earth’s surface. I grew up on the west coast of Ireland, enjoying…
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Hotel Morte – The Convention
Greetings friends and horror aficionados. Thank you for joining me for the second story from the terror-filled annals of the Hotel Morte. I imagine you have questions following the first…
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The Sounding of the Fifth Trumpet
You have been given a chance; one single opportunity. Just for you, little one. You don’t have to endure the tribulations about to be unleashed. You can escape all of…
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I joined a hedonistic cult in the 80’s. It’s time to pay my membership fee.
It may be hard to believe, but before I became the bloated old drunk you’d see camping outside your local liquor store, I used to be quite the stud back…
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The Evil of Mortar’s Isle
Waves washed in fury upon the shore with black-stained waters bloodied by the night. The sea spat salt and roared in protest of all things happy and holy. Its rage…
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The Salted Earth
“I’ll see you at Kevin’s.” Those were words that used to be followed by a wide grin at school or a gleeful affirmative over the phone. There were either old…
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Father Cooke: Cat’s in the Cradle
Publisher's Note: This story is a prequel and takes place before all of the previously released Father Cooke and Magister Alexander stories, which you can find here. The author invites…
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