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I grew up in Belfast during the 1970s. There was something far worse than gunmen stalking the streets.
It was tough coming of age in West Belfast during the early 70s, that’s for sure. I’m not making excuses for myself but – like many in my generation –…
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A Letter From Dundee Lunatic Asylum
First I would like to begin by extending my eternal gratitude to you for reaching out to me with a genuine open mind. So many have come to me after…
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Hell’s Library – The Secret Atlas
Prologue (The Librarian) I’ll confess that it’s been very difficult for me to write this account, as I finally reveal my family’s dark secret to the world. A few years…
Read NowShadows of Shallowbrooke – The Singing of Crows
There is nothing quite as unsettling as being lost. It's an oppressive feeling where the world seems to stare down from the sky, maliciously following your sad progress like a…
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You can only bury the dead so deep
Walker McCoy was the measure of how stubborn the dead could be. He was buried at twenty-two feet in some nowhere prairie just outside of Greer County on October 4th…
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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 Found the Corpse of a Time Traveler
I’m a postgraduate student studying archaeology at a prestigious university in the UK (not going to disclose my identity or the name of my school, so don’t ask). Over a…
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Blood Trails
Part 1 I was nineteen years old in the late summer of 1997 when my maternal grandfather suddenly became ill and passed away. He was seventy-two years old. In the…
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Stormbound
I had been a forty nine-er and a lucky one at that. Having made a small fortune in gold, that is to say, enough to put a substantial stake in…
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When a Rooster Crows
When I first saw the stranger, he was standing in front of Lester McCreed’s house. The stranger was dressed simply enough—overalls, a plaid shirt, a brown cap, and one of…
Read NowDon’t listen to the Whistle
I’ll tell the story as I told it a dozen times before. And you will smile and shake your head as a dozen people did it before. I don’t care.…
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The Last Settlement
Hey, hey! Welcome back; come on in! The rain is pouring, and the fire is roaring; soon as we saw those storm clouds, we doubled the wood supply. It can…
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An Afternoon Appointment
Every day, the same client visits in different forms, and every day this metamorphic changeling wishes to have his or her head rubbed, hair played with, or to be read…
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The Allerton Device
Part 1 “We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity,and it was not meant that we should voyage far.” —H.P. Lovecraft Why…
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This is Not a Place of Honor
Following the collapse of the Soviet Union in 1991, huge numbers of formerly classified government documents were made available to the public for the first time. Such was the glut…
Read NowSon of the Dragon
The Topkapi Palace was alight with the celebratory shouts of the governors, generals, and janissaries though none was heard so loudly as Sultan Mehmed II for his great Ottoman Empire…
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The Macabre Collector
“The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear,and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the Unknown.”—H.P. Lovecraft I had to save her. That means I…
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Jane’s Retina
Have you ever heard of Jane's Retina? Unless you were big into the home brew floppy disk games scene in the 80's, specifically in San Francisco and the surrounding Central…
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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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The Eternal Stranger
Part 1 Part 2 “The process of delving into the black abyss is to me the keenest form of fascination.”H.P. Lovecraft * * * * * * * * Why…
Read NowInsanity Eater
Beware, beware the creature’s eye She feeds from fear deep in your mind The words were carved into the cover of the disfigured leather journal. Remnants of arson gnawed on…
Read NowJust Another Summer in ‘95 Part Two
Read Part One here We both drove back to the station and handed in our gear and changed. I could still smell the faint odor clinging to my uniform. I…
Read NowJust Another Summer in ‘95
I want to say this happened in the early summer when our park was full of hikers, campers, and tourists. Montana had its beauty in those summer months, so I…
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