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Nighty Night
For the past five years, it’s just been Ian and me. My wife’s pregnancy with him wasn’t easy. There were a number of scares and close calls due to health…
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I’ve Had the Same Dream for 26 Years
The things that haunt a man the most, are not usually the choices that he's made, but rather the choices that he never did make. I've lived through some of…
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My Pillow Has a Voice Inside of It
I know this is going to sound crazy as hell, but... I think my pillow had something living inside of it. I'm aware that's the strangest thing to say, but…
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Terror From the Walls
Two white vans waited on the street while our luggage was being fetched and dragged into our new home. I, my eight-year-old daughter Sue and my wife Megan had traveled…
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Cannon’s Shining
I was an artsy kid growing up. With clay, scissors, or glue I could have busied myself until judgment day. The walls of my bedroom were covered with sketches and…
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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Dagon’s Mirror
Uncle Marsh had always been the black sheep of our family. A thorn in my father’s side and a constant reminder of how corrupt and decayed our ancestral roots truly…
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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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Alabaster Angel
“This is a matchmaking service?” asked the doctor, a concerned look on his face. “This is the Garden of Eden,” replied his host with a smile. The doctor looked around…
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The Dancer
I was told I shouldn't write this. My friends, those few that I have left, tell me it will be embarrassing, a public declaration of my mental illness. My father,…
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A Million Tinges of Red – NGC 1569
It was night and gloomy and somber and serene. There was the wardrobe in front of me and on its higher corners dust had gathered and yet within the somberness…
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The Man in the Attic
Mike and his mother Sarah lived in a sharply white two-story house about eight miles from the city and half a mile away from a red diner which worked throughout…
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Forever and Always
Everybody loves the woods, until they follow you home. When my father came back from the military, we bought our first house—a boxy, two-story affair on the woodsy outskirts part…
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How To Exit Your Body
The sleeping mind fascinates me; namely the nighttime hallucinations we call ‘dreams.’ Because of this, I keep a journal to record every thought that passes through my brain at night.…
Read NowMy Roommate Keeps Screaming Every Night
Hello. I heard this is the place where I can post about weird encounters and events. One such event has led to the death of my roommate and is the…
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A Mist Between Blue & Gray
The one thing I know, perhaps the last thing I know to be true, is that there is a very fine mist between one dimension and the next. And crossing…
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Dagon’s Daughter
The madness of the eyes is the lure of the abyss. Sirens lurk in the dark depths of the pupils as they lurk at the bottom of the sea, that…
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Heaven’s Herb
In the wake of the 2016 American election, several changes occurred in the country. One of the more highly publicized and celebrated of these developments was California’s legalization of marijuana…
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Inheritance
It was a minute past midnight on a humid August Saturday in Manhattan, and Adrian DeCaux sat alone in his office. From twelve stories below, he could hear the drunken…
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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 Dreams Beneath The Witch Tree
Written below is the last known statement of Benjamin Harper, a former parish priest serving the village of Barton, Cheshire. Mr Harper was relieved of his position by Bishop Gerald…
Read NowTapping at My Chamber Door – Only This and Nothing More
I don’t remember the first time I heard the tapping. As far as I know, it’s been there all my life. Ever since I was a little kid, I’ve been…
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