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There’s an Ocean in My Basement and it’s Ruining My Life
I want to be upfront about something: I am a VFX artist. I moved to New Jersey eight months ago so I could have have a reasonable commute to a…
Read NowOhran’s Eye
Legends. Such strange yet fascinating things they are. These intricate weavings of fantasy and imagination have always existed among us, usually bringing hope, caution or fear in one form or…
Read NowAbigail’s Run
October 31st 1691 ‘’Hurry,’’ Deliverance whispered, her voice softer than the light breeze which tousled her lank grey hair. ‘’Bury it, child, bury it deep.’’ Tucking a wayward strand of…
Read NowA Haunted House in Sialkot
This story comes from my dad and he was around 18 at the time of this particular incident. It was summer time so he went visiting relatives in a city…
Read NowCrime Scene
I walked up to an old house in shambles. It sits in the middle of a farm in rural Wisconsin. The paint was faded almost entirely off the wood paneling…
Read NowJust Another Haunted House Story
Some people are born to explore, while some are born to sit at home and waste away in their solitude. Some people have a burning passion in their hearts, and…
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Dream House
Farrah stared up at the dark old house, with its boarded-up windows and doors, creaky wrap around porch, and flecks of paint so weather-worn it was no longer discernible what…
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My Neighbor Likes to Cross-Stitch
Across the street, there is a petite little blue house. White trim, picket fence. It’s the cliché fairy tale home you read in the storybooks. I can see it through…
Read NowThe Graveyard
Johnathan woke up in a daze to find himself all alone. The alone part was normal. The alone part wasn’t strange. What was strange was that he woke up in…
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My Son is Terrified of the Day Stalker
Newton, Georgia is a small town near the Alabama border. Less than an hour away from Stanwyck, my husband Robert's hometown. Newton's your typical one Wal-Mart, one high school town.…
Read NowShady Wood
Linda, I'm not sure whether this letter will ever reach you, but I'm going to put it in the mailbox and hope for the best. It seems unlikely anyone's actually…
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We boarded a Ferry, Please Help Us
Hello there, I managed to scrounge up a pile of power banks left behind by previous passengers. In total, these could last me a combined 47 hours worth of laptop…
Read NowThe Haunted Trail of the Pendle Witches
It’s rare in the world of horror to find a place that is famous for frightening legends and still carries the same mysterious feel centuries later. However, Pendle Hill in…
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The Happiest Place on Earth
This was it: night one of my new job as the night watchman for Disneyland. Anywhere else, I'd be referred to as an ordinary security guard. Here, I was a…
Read NowMarked for Death
Bryn was not a squeamish girl, but this was really pushing it. “Okay, you want me to do what?” Jasmine smirked. “I want you to go in there and take…
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Dog Children
I’m going to tell you about a town—a town you should never go to. For your protection, I won’t tell you the name or location. But I’ll tell you this:…
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The Tree From Which Dead Things Grow
I had nightmares about the place for weeks. Every time, it was exactly the same. I stood before a large oak tree, alone, in a vast field of dead grass.…
Read NowThe Balcony
I sat, staring blankly at the screen, for how long I can't be quite sure. Desperate for something to watch, read, listen to... In search of some stimulation that might…
Read NowSleepy Trove
‘SLEEPY TROVE.’ How well do you trust the exits and turnoffs that dot your local interstate highway? I tell this story to make you reconsider taking such detours. While driving…
Read NowThe Old Warehouse Hotel Down In New Orleans
When I was younger I used to work as a night auditor for a very popular hotel chain in New Orleans. This particular hotel was once an old warehouse in…
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The Final Report
Police report Detective Richard Miles The following report is concerning the incident occurring the evening of July 13th 2022. I firstly wish to apologise for the tardiness of this report…
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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