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It’s Not the Cough That Carries You Off
I have little memory from before the accident. I know some friends and I, who are amateur ghost hunters, were looking into a supposedly haunted hotel in the city. They…
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The Curse of Snake McQuinn
"Have you ever heard about the curse of Snake McQuinn?" I switched the beam from my flashlight off. It was Halloween night, and sure enough, there were some kids trespassing…
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Mr. Milner’s Ghost Story
My favourite teacher at high school was Graham Milner. He was my Head of Year throughout the five years I was there and taught me for Religious Education in Year…
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Hope’s End
The buzzing of my phone pulled my eyes away from the road. An image of a smirking dark haired woman and the words HeartBreaker filled the phone’s screen. I thought…
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The Backroads Part 4: Soul Harvest
Read Part One here Read Part Two here Read Part Three here JESSE:[exhausted] Hey again, everyone. You’re all probably wondering if we made it back tothe Paved Streets or what’s…
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Step By Step
You’ve probably never counted how many steps are on your staircase, yet, if you were to walk those steps with your eyes closed, you’d know exactly when you’ve reached the…
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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The Drehleier
I found the following letter in a music text book in our school library.It’s pretty weird, but thought it would be best to share it here...make of it what you…
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What was lost in the fire
“Jesus Christ!!!!” Penny coughed as the dust swirled up around her feet. She looked around the attic, wondering who would keep all this stuff lying around. Just within her field…
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The House on Jackson Street
I used to walk with her, now I walk alone. We used to marvel at the beautiful houses together, now I look down at my feet. Each home a grain…
Read NowEnjoy Your Stay at the Covenwood Inn
Business trips are dreadfully boring, especially in my line of work. The only good thing about them? Hotels. The tedium of day-to-day dealings bookended with clean towels and a mint…
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Never Use Cheat Codes on a Ouija Board
In my hometown, there is a unique shop of oddities called "HexWorks" that I frequent. It's an old-world boutique that specializes in niche products that I'd describe as being vintage-style…
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My Guardian Angel Doesn’t Protect Me
"Get the paddles!" I remembered falling. It was nice at first. The air rushing past me as the butterflies in my stomach multiplied with each passing second. "CLEAR!" Then, there…
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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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Children of Light (part 3)
Read part one here Read part two here He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know. He couldn’t know… Right? I have always thought that, when faced with a killer, I would…
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The Descending Dark
I wasn’t very gentle with the door as I kicked it open. In fact, I struck it so hard with my foot that I felt a stab of pain in…
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A Mysterious Elevator Took Me To a Hidden Floor
As a traveling convention planner, I stay at many hotels over the course of a year. I spend about a week per trip in an all-expenses-paid suite of my choosing,…
Read NowThe Graveyard Boy
I hadn’t lived with my mother in quite some time. When I had left her in quests for education and love, a plucky twenty-five-year-old, she had lived with my aunt…
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It Had My Mother’s Voice
The head of yet another six-inch nail is forced crudely into the hard flesh of what feels like the millionth wooden plank, its end contorted by the panicked blow it…
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The Strange Glow
My grandfather has been acting very strange lately, and has begun sleepwalking again. For this reason it was suggested to me by my parents that I write a journal to…
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Something was Following us When we were Stranded in the Middle of the Sea
"Dad, look!" I looked up from the dusty and dirty old map I had been examining for the past seventeen minutes to see what Liam was pointing at through the…
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The Arm of Antietam
My stomach rumbled as we approached the edge of the woods. It was nearly midday, but I hadn't eaten in hours. Supply troubles and nerves had left me with little…
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‘I am an Irish Ghost Hunter. My last investigation almost cost me everything.’
If like me you identify as an introvert and consider yourself as something of a misanthropist, you’ve probably dreamt at one point or another of escaping to a deserted island…
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The Blue Eyed Painting
"So... what are we doing here?" "We're uh... appreciating art." "How do you appreciate art?" "I think you just stand there and look at it." "That's it?" "Yeah, pretty much."…
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