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The Legend of Carter Bale
The roaring twenties became a different time for all of America as the economy took a massive plummet. The depression sank about every industry like a stone and families of…
Read NowGodless Acres
I don’t know what I saw in that damn chapel. I don’t even know if it was real or not. I sure as hell hope not. So, I came here…
Read NowThe Gods of the Long Grass
The kitchen smelt of booze. Like it always did. Jack was slumped over the table, snoring. His hair matted with his own sick. A halo of empty bottles around his…
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People Say I’m Good
People have always said that I was good. Not nice, not kind, just good. Like it was just something they told me even before I could talk. People trusted me…
Read NowThe Wood Witch’s Ritual
A lot of questions have been asked of me lately by many different parties. My parents want to know why I almost refuse to leave the house anymore. My doctor…
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The Primeval Horror
Please do not come looking for me upon reading this letter, for the likelihood of my death is now more certain than it ever was before. I refused to heed…
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The Escape of Amanda Waylan
Amanda awoke with a painful feeling of dread deep within her gut. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, her fear was justified. Nothing has changed. Her coffee table was…
Read NowEyes Front
Tow truck driver isn't traditionally a job you would associate with gruesomeness but let me tell you, I have seen things that would send you into shock. I've seen a…
Read NowI Took A Job In Northwestern Vermont: Entry Five: Investigations Part 1
Okay, so I have some friends from Castleton coming up for a week-ish long vacation. I’d already got the week off from the MILF (paid, thank god) so we’re set…
Read NowThe Naga Cave
“Delta squad, clear that building!” The command ripped from Tim Brinley’s throat, echoing through the blistering desert air, a phrase so familiar to him it was more reflex than speech.…
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The Ripple on the Sea
"The sea absolves all things, so too does the passage of time. The sea allows us to understand time and see it as the Gods do. Forever swirling, twisting and…
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The Monkey’s Paw
I. Without, the night was cold and wet, but in the small parlour of Laburnam Villa the blinds were drawn and the fire burned brightly. Father and son were at…
Read NowThe Forgotten
When hiking alone in my twenty-fifth year in the southwestern barrens of the Newfoundland interior highlands, I found myself lost for three days in which events took place that disturbed…
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The Candle Man
Over the hill and through the moor, the candle man comes walking, up to your door. He lights up a candle and walks to your bed, leaves the candle in…
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Toothless Joe
Miss Green wiped away the thick layer of condensation that had gathered on her classroom’s paper thin-window. She flicked away the droplets from her hand, peered out into the misty…
Read NowHidden People
It had to be close to 12 now. The silver gleam of the full moon was spilling through the woodland trees, illuminating all it touched. Evan looked at his watch.…
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Homecoming
The night that Oskar Strid returned home, after having been missing for almost a decade, was not a celebratory one. His father had answered the door when Oskar knocked, then…
Read NowI Took A Job in Northwest Vermont: Entry One: The Witch’s Children
I took a digital archiving job with the van der Voort Estate Historical Society. It’s an old manor home dating back to the 1800s on a soft cliff overlooking Precipice…
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The Maiden and the Lost Villagers
The young maiden knelt amongst the rubble and smoldering wreckage that was once her simple home. Smoke plumed into the sky and ash hung thick in the air. It stung…
Read NowThe Deadly Dinner
Deep in the great woods in England's heart stands a small village of Eldenmoore. In the 16th century it was ruled by the great Baron Armstrong. He was a tyrant…
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The Dark Waters of Apa Moarta
Said to be christened Apa Moarta, or ‘Dead Water’, by a passing Romanian caravan in their native tongue, and tucked away in a far-flung, scarcely populated, staunchly isolationist region of…
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