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My Father Punished Me When I Talked to Ghosts
I’ve been blind since birth. As I grew up, everything was described to me in such vivid detail that I didn’t even realize why it was that important to see,…
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Mommy Sleeps in the Basement
“Speak louder, please.” I put my hand up next to my ear from the back of the room, signaling that she would need to raise her voice. She took a…
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I Investigate Disturbing Cases: Here Are My Stories – Watchers
When people think of police officers, I think there's a disconnect between our image and the reality of who we are. A lot of people see us as the good…
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I Investigate Disturbing Cases: Here Are My Stories – The Hermit
There's a famous quote by Robert Evans, "There are three sides to a story. Yours, mine, and the truth." In my line of work, you come to realize that the…
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I Investigate Disturbing Cases: Here Are My Stories – Hammerhead
Usually, I start these stories off with some kind of message about police work. But today, all I have for you is this. Life is a bastard. It was a…
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Something Happened During a Hostage Negotiation I Can’t Explain
The west side bank has three exits, thirty windows and nineteen air vents. And when I arrived at the scene, there were thirteen people being held captive by a man…
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I Investigate Disturbing Cases: Here Are My Stories – Voices From Nature
There are few careers with the same considerations as police work. Not only are we in a position to make life-changing choices, but we also have to live with the…
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I Hunt Down the Government’s Mistakes
Part 1 If you are one of those people who think the government is hiding countless secrets from you, and constantly covering things up, then you would be absolutely right.…
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It lives between the lines
Two officers sat across from me in my living room. Their uniforms were sharp, their presence overwhelming. The older one, gray at the temples, opened a slim notebook, pen ready.…
Read NowA Prophet Of The Truth
The sky had been normal again for a good amount of time, but Jacob still caught people looking up at it sometimes, just checking to make sure it hadn't gone…
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The Most Terrifying 911 Call I’ve Ever Received
“911. What’s your emergency?” I said as I answered the phone. “There’s a bat in my house.” A loud scream came over the speaker. “Send someone to come and get…
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Hoodie (The Hooded Man)
Have you ever been influenced by clothing? I don't mean confidence by looks. Have you ever been given more control than ever by an item, or a truth, or just…
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Things Darker Than Man
It was 3.00 AM on July 17th, 2004 when I found myself outside the site of the seventh murder in four weeks. My partner Jim McAllister and I had been…
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I’m a Cop, and I Institutionalized Someone I Knew Wasn’t Crazy
For those of you that don’t know me, my name is Sarah Barkley. I'm a cop in a small, rural, Pennsylvania town currently stuck working the night shift. I work…
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Why I’ll Never Work Security At Disney World Again
I work in security at Disney World, the happiest place on Earth. Typically, I wouldn’t say where I work as obviously there are some pretty strict rules about things employees…
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The Suicide Note that wasn’t
I took a deep breath to stop the slight shaking in my hand, whispering my affirmation on the exhale, “I’m ready for this, I’m ready,” before sliding the blue-lined notebook…
Read NowA Needle In The Vein
The highway above groaned with morning traffic, and Greg woke to it the way most people wake to an alarm, grudgingly and with his whole body fighting the process. His…
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The Reason I Don’t Do Cold Readings Anymore
I don’t do 'cold readings' anymore. I don’t tell fortunes. I don’t read tea leaves. And I do not do contact ‘the other side’. Look, don’t judge me alright? It…
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The Angels Burned
When I was a kid, my stepfather asked me what I wanted to be when I grow up. “A magician,” I answered quickly with worldwide clarity. He huffed at that…
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1999 – Creepypasta
The year is nineteen-ninety-nine. That sentence brings me back to my senior kindergarten class when I was five years old, where we used to read out the date on the…
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Season of Storms
“What a frickin’ mess this is.” Detective Mike Barrow stood atop a muddy ridge on a humid Monday morning, looking down at a small crew of police personnel in a…
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Dogwoods Grow in the Shade
Langley Archives: Gabriel Winters Interview with 60 Minutes, November 27th, 2015 I’ve been considering this interview for a long time. For weeks I debated even allowing it to take place. …
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Stained Glass
Some urban legends have a way of weaving themselves into communities like a sparkling accent. When I was a substantially younger man, our favorite local tale was the Grapevine Angel…
Read NowA Speaker Of The Trees
Martin pressed the record button on the handheld unit and held it close to his mouth as he ducked under the rope the patrol officers had strung between the trees.…
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