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Hospital Hill
John sat with his grandmother on the balcony terrace overlooking West Bay Road and the lower Hampshire valley. The lush green fields from springtime were now singed-brown; the lack of…
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Thresholder
“I HAVEN’T WRITTEN anything since last year.” “Why do you think that is?” I’m sitting in the office of Dr. Gregory Prah, Ph.D., assigned to hold me during my 5250…
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The Haunted Candle of Cloutierville
In August of 2013, I visited the small town of Cloutierville, Louisiana, to investigate the cellar of a small, abandoned farmhouse. I was drawn to this farmhouse because, in 1932,…
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I Sleep With My Window Closed Now
I sleep with my window closed now. Not out of habit, out of fear. There are monsters in the world, real ones. Serial killers, rapists, the kinds of things we…
Read NowThe Last Channel
My grandmother died at 3:33 AM on a Tuesday, and her TV wouldn't turn off. Not wouldn't—couldn't. We unplugged it. We cut the power to her room. We even took…
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The Asylum in the Woods
The town I grew up in sits next to the Myles Standish State Forest in Massachusetts. Growing up, my friends would all tell me ghost stories about the area. A…
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Iris Bound
From an unconsciousness as deep as non-existence, Iris’s eyes flashed open. For a moment she thought she was blind. She blinked and turned her head but there was nothing but…
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The Grey Lady of Westwick
John Watkins warmed himself by the fire crackling in the grate. Orange embers scuttled over the logs, clutched at the brick, stole away like a timid lover. He listened to…
Read NowDeath’s Usher: An Unholy Crusader
Read Part One here “WHAT IS THE OATH of the Grave?” “Death’s first usher, the Dragon, first pledged it,” Great-Grandmother says. “Many did so in the past, but they’re few…
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 NowDeath’s Usher: Unhallowed Ground
Read Part One here Read Part Two here Read Part Three here TRAVEL is an eye-opening, life-changing experience. That’s what merchants and adventurers at the Pit always told me. They…
Read NowDeath’s Usher: Curse of the Dhampir
I CAN’T MOVE. I can’t speak. I can’t breathe. The only thing keeping me alive right now, despite the stake in my chest, is the black substance running through my…
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The Earth Hates You
Two weeks. That's how long it took for my life to fall apart. Two weeks for everything I ever loved or cared about to be taken from me in the…
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The Dead Man’s Mouth
Would you believe me if I told you that genies were real? They are, but they're not like anything you'd expect them to be. The stories say that you have…
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Children of Light (part one)
I’ve often heard that the hardest part of every journey is the first step. When you are trying to find the motivation to write your story, staring into an endless…
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End of the Line
My name is Aaron Evans, and some time ago I was the reason twenty people lost their lives. I am writing this in part to confess to the world what…
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The Midnight Guest
The apartment building is quite old. Originally there were two buildings built in the late 80s, both perched above the steep bluff of a small river which runs right through…
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Ghost Lights
I grew up in a small town in the Midwest. Now when I say that it’s a small town, I mean other people from my state have never even heard…
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The Windwhisper
There was once a story my mother used to tell me, in hopes I wouldn’t turn out like my father. “Treat your children right, Tommy or the Windwhisper will come…
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Shirlytown
There's a trail that leads out of Leadville, Colorado, raised like a railroad on high banks. It leads to what remains of Oro City, a true 1860s-era ghost town from…
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Spirits in the Night
The great man was dying. Thomas Alva Edison, inventor of the phonograph, motion picture camera and electrical light bulb laid in his bed in West Orange, New Jersey his life…
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