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The Shades
I like to drive past spooky places.You can find them anywhere, if you know what to look for. An abandoned building, a mist covered field, a quickly darkening forest at…
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The Spindler
“I want to hear about the Spindler.” Logan listened as the voices of his three friends talked. He watched as the fire before him dwindled. “You sure you wanna do…
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Only A Little Pinch
The GPS display cast its glow on Ralphie as he slept in the passenger seat, the half-empty box of Entenmann’s Minis still clutched in his hands. Powdered sugar around his…
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What Lurks Beyond the Indiangrass
It was almost Halloween. Leafless tree branches swayed in the crisp breeze. The grey overcast sky hinted at yet another day of rain. Yellow-grey cornstalks flitted past and dead leaves…
Read NowThe story behind the lost 1976 Pellington Mothman film
If you've spent any time looking into Mothman, or cryptids in general, you're probably familiar with the so-called “Pellington Mothman film”. One of the most famous pieces of cryptid lost…
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The Marble Slab Part 1
The nonstop pitter-patter of the cold rain against my bedroom window, set the mood. I found myself rubbing my eyes unable to follow the now swaying lines. My book was…
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The night I drank with Stingy Jack
Have you ever heard the legend of Stingy Jack? No? Well, no matter. I’d never heard of him either, not until I had the misfortune of meeting the shifty bastard…
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Back to Ravensville
Marcus Ridge was an ordinary young man living alone in his one-bedroom apartment—which looked more like a tiny studio—right in the middle of the city. Not many people, not even…
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Another Fairy Tale
Once upon a time in a land far, far away there was a story that became well known in all the kingdoms of men. It started as a whisper in…
Read NowThat Which Is Molded
I was born into this world made from the Earth from soil and bones, from that which is dead and that which is living. My creator formed me in the…
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Wendigo Psychosis
Winter pounded on the door and walls around the wooden shack the men had found and hunkered down in. The small military force was at their wit’s and body’s ends;…
Read NowFollowers of the Flaming Hand
The camera didn’t look like something that should still work. Didn’t feel right from the start. When my sister handed me that box on my birthday, I could tell it’d…
Read NowMother, Guide My Fate
My favorite place to be was my mother's arms. She caressed my little head, braided my little curls, kissed my little forehead good morning, and sang me goodnight with a…
Read NowThe Shadow From The Stars
Horror begets horror. Seldom do instances of demoniacal dread possess the common courtesy to inflict themselves upon us in isolation. Rather, they enter our world accompanied by all manner of…
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Confessions Of A Fisherman In A Town Called Langurst
Langurst is a small place, quaint and quiet. A seaside village which I’d never seen the outside of. The comforting sound of the salt waves breaking against rock was seldom…
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Please help me. I’m scared, and I don’t know what to do
I don't know else how to say this other than I just saw a titanic skeleton in the woods of Lassen National Park. I understand this place is usually reserved…
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Digger of the Dead
Many people ask me why I would ever choose the field of grave digging as my chosen career. Why choose such a depressing and creepy job when I could be…
Read NowThe Silence of the North Woods
The first thing I remember of my arrival in Ahtunowhiho, the small Native American village in the northern reaches of Minnesota, was the smell. The familiar aroma of soaked dirt…
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Bring us more
A man washed ashore last week. He looked as though he had not eaten in weeks and was barely clinging to life. I, along with much of the town, was…
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There’s something haunting the Eastern European countryside. Don’t let it see you.
For those not accustomed to it, life in rural Eastern Europe can feel very lonely and isolating. I’ve spent all of my teenage life and most of my childhood in…
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