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The Elevator
Ethan Crumbski sipped at his piping hot coffee, strolling into his office. Placing down his cup, he set to work instantaneously. His co-workers know of his seriousness for getting papers…
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The Elevator in the Woods
The last thing I remember hearing once I ran out of the school building were the excited shouts and screams of every student around me, trying to start their summer…
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The Thinning House
Sanity is the ancient lie, it’s a lie old as consciousness. Sanity is our imagined common denominator, that nonexistent place we are said to converge. Insanity is as real as…
Read NowThe Haaf Netters
Frank closed the door behind him and was alone in the cottage at last. All dwellings have a smell, an atmosphere. You get used to the smell of your own…
Read NowFear Always Finds You
"Never go into the forests, child," my mother used to say to me when I was little. "Horrible things lie within those forests. Horrible, horrible things." "What kinds of horrible…
Read NowThe Cave of still machines
I don’t remember why I went into the forest. There was no clear starting point. No moment when I stepped off a path or made a choice. It was just…
Read NowCase File 23-DELTA (leaked)
ASYNC INTERNAL DOCUMENT Interview & Field Report — Case File 23-DELTA Prepared by: Senior Archivist T. CaldwellSubject: Wanderer Designation WD-041 ("Carla")Status: Recovered / Stable / CooperativeClassification: LEVEL 2 — RESTRICTED…
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Suspiria: Prologue – A Beast With No Name
“The snow did not even whisper its way to earth, but it seemed to salt the night with silence.” -Dean Koontz, Brother Odd Winter’s bitter chill drifted in from the…
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My Local Costco Has a Secret Basement
My husband is dying. Despite his good prognosis after the accident, he gets weaker every day. When he became unable to even say my name, I got desperate. I posted…
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The House on Kipling Street
I like to take walks around my neighborhood. It’s nice. Reminds me of while I was growing up, every street a recollection, every sign a memory. The town you grow…
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Click-click
They said not to go alone. It was stupid saying that, of course; nobody wanted to go by themselves anyway. But parents insisted on reminding their children. The Little Ealing…
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The Dark Waters of Apa Moarta
Said to be christened Apa Moarta, or ‘Dead Water’, by a passing Romanian caravan in their native tongue, and tucked away in a far-flung, scarcely populated, staunchly isolationist region of…
Read NowThe Lighthouse That Doesn’t Guide Ships
1905, late autumn. The fog that rested upon Greyport Harbor was no mere weathered veil, but a suffocating presence that clung to the flesh like sodden wool, steeped in the…
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The Red Eyed Intruder
My family and I live on a farm in the middle of nowhere. When I say “middle of nowhere” I mean it literally. There are no signs of civilization for…
Read NowThe Wicker House
Of course everyone claiming residence in Arthur’s Wake knows tales associated with the Wicker House. It seems that every small province plays host to some structure of ill repute which,…
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Mother Earth
In my experience, when one is tired, one tends to “see” differently than when one is awake. For example, children “see” things in the dark which are not there. The…
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We May Have Rented a Home From a Serial Killer
Sometimes you live through things that haunt you. Sometimes; no matter how many yearsgo by, you can't seem to break free from a place, or a memory. There is a…
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Recarnomania
My parents took care of everything: my plane ride, luggage, tuition enrollment, and accommodations with Uncle Garry. I couldn’t wait. Since I was five, I’ve wanted to become a farmer;…
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Ghost Train
The house I grew up in was right next to a set of busy railroad tracks. From my bedroom window, I could watch the trains roll by. There were three types of…
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What Lies Within the Hollow Tree
I recently inherited my grandfather’s rural home. A log cabin buried deep within 100 acres of woodland— a picturesque scene untouched for decades and a perfect dwelling that I am…
Read NowForest of Suicides
His room was quaint, containing quarters to sleep, a kitchenette and facilities. Simple, yet exceedingly modern, his room mirrored his personality near-perfectly; simple, open and inviting. It was the home…
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