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I Can’t Wake Up
Though I've spiced up the narrative a bit, this is a mostly accurate account of what happens to me on a regular basis. Throughout my life I've been diagnosed with…
Read NowThe Oakridge Field Trip
The leather chair in Dr. Mitchell’s office always squeaked when I shifted my weight. I stared at the geometric patterns on his rug, trying to find the words. "It’s the…
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The Sky Giant
Rollercoasters. I hated them. I always did. When it came to school trips to the local theme parks, I always sat them out. I could enjoy the lazy rapids or…
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Sleep Paralysis
I’ve struggled with very lucid nightmares since I was very young. Even in my crib I had nightmares that I remember to this day. I used to sleep with a…
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The Front Porch Light
I woke up sweaty and in a daze. Most nights this is normal for me but not tonight. Something about my bedroom was odd, something wasn’t right. I felt around…
Read NowA Hole In The Concrete
March 2nd, 2026 I don't really know why I'm writing this down. Maybe because it felt too real to just forget about, and I've been sitting at my desk for…
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…
Read NowAs Humanely as Possible
The first stages of the trials were carried out covertly in ethics classes, debate forums, and social media accounts across the eastern half of the United States. The director and…
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The Black Rock Chapel Horror part two
Read part one here Father Carroway wandered about in the ever-extended void of subconscious. Unable to feel or perceive anything anymore, he wondered if he had indeed perished through either…
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Pass It On
It’s quite an interesting concept: those little “pass it on” messages, I mean. Chain letters and people telling you, “post this in five different comments or else you’ll die tonight.”…
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Please Stay Awake
Dark, cold and eerie. Those are the only words I can come up with to describe the house in which I had lived with my family for the majority of…
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The Leaves Told Her So
Charlotte woke early in the morning on April 25th, 1678. She rose from bed, brushed her usual mess of blonde hair, and put on her favorite red dress and matching…
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Thalassophobia
I hate the water. Always have, always will. Oh, sure, I've swum in pools and jumped off diving boards like any other person, but I have never once allowed my…
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Light After Death
I called to her through the darkness and the shadow and the void and on and on, and what I got back was beyond horror. I called to my daughter,…
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My New Neighbor Might Be Satan
For as far back as I can remember, my family has always lived in and around Innsbrook. This peaceful little suburb outside of Richmond has a lot of history and…
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This is But a Memory
It’s quiet. There is no sound. No light. Nothing but the darkness. I am asleep... or at least... I think I am. I begin to hear a noise, a faint…
Read NowThe Sugar Room
The first time I dreamed of Rose, I didn’t think it mattered. I’m not the kind of person who reads into dreams. I’m practical, tired, the sort of man who…
Read NowMr Conrad’s Final Tale
I am certain that my fascination with the gone and forgotten stems from my own fear of impermanence. Leaving something behind when I am gone is of utmost importance to…
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The Weaver
My vision was hazy. I could feel warm liquid trickling down my forehead as I attempted to lift my head. The car’s blinker thundered inside of me like a heavy…
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Namenlos and the Philosophy of Dreams
Recently I perused a lengthy document that provoked much thought in me, as much about its author and context as about its actual substance, and as I no longer have…
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