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Clockworks
I had a knack for fixing things. Trinkets, houses, and buildings, anything that needed fixing in my miniscule town. It wasn't very ambitious, but at least my parents approved. It…
Read NowSlenderman Doesn’t Exist
"Slenderman isn't real." That's how this story starts. That's how this story will most likely end. I don't lie. My name is Raksha, and this is my story. "Slenderman isn't…
Read NowWhite Noise
I noticed it almost immediately. The phenomenon began one day while I was still an undergrad in college. My alarm went off, and I grudgingly let it ring for few…
Read NowA Lucid Reality
It was about midnight when I finally passed out. I had been working my ass off on writing an article about some metal patient saying his dreams are becoming real.…
Read NowDoors Are Made For Opening
I cannot tell you when it all began. I have always been plagued by sleep paralysis. I have somewhat learned to deal with it, to recognise it for what it…
Read NowThe Black Door: A Tale of Personal Phobia
I never liked doors. There was always something about doors that freaked me out. When they were open, I felt exposed. When they were closed, I felt a bit safer,…
Read NowPlastic Faces
It’s called ‘Capgras Delusion’—the psychiatric disorder, assailed by which a person will firmly believe that someone close to them is in fact an impostor wearing a mask. There have been…
Read NowThe Unknown Abyss
Deep in the state of sleep, I arose from my bed without any hesitation. With no reason whatsoever, I was covered in a cold sweat that felt that it would…
Read NowAbu Ghattat
This story is a Crappypasta Success Story – it got such a positive reception (additionally, the author has reworked it somewhat after taking his received feedback into account) over at…
Read NowSpiders Congregate in the Dark
Sometimes your bones break and your little sister disappears, and always your father acts like nothing is wrong. Occasionally, he’ll sit you down and tell you that you have to…
Read NowThe Makeover
I’ve been waiting for this moment my whole life. As of 11 this morning, I am officially a homeowner. Leaving my lawyer’s office (I have a lawyer, how cool is…
Read NowBehind the Veil
There are some things that are not part of the world of the living; questions that should never be answered, places that should never be discovered. But there will always…
Read NowProjection
Too many sages and soothsayers to reference, those thoughtful idiots, have lambasted the youth with the wizardry of profundity. They had answers to the esoteric. Of Life. Of Death. Of…
Read NowA Germaphobe’s First Love
Erica hated the lack of hygiene. Erica absolutely despised unhygienic people. Just thinking about the slightest chance of her physically touching a “dirty” person chilled her spine. She refused to…
Read NowThen Again, But Maybe Not
The wind brushing up against my face was common, but it never felt subtle to me. Never felt as if it was there to cool or comfort; only there to…
Read NowMy Sister Loves Minions
My sister loves minions. The yellow, banana-eating, overall-wearing, big-eyed things from a family movie called Despicable Me? Yep... that's the kind. The things you see middle-aged women post memes on…
Read NowTappy Crow: The Calling of the Crows
The glare of the computer screen was the only light shining throughout the dimly lit room. Besides the sounds of quick, mechanical, keyboard clicking and an occasional finger tapping on…
Read NowThe Scornful
“The Scornful” By Brandon Gulling Latvia SSR, 6 January, 1942 Johannes Wulf, M.D. My stomach aches and churns from hunger. I feel the acid slowly eating away at the lining,…
Read NowWhispers in the Hallway
The last man on Earth heard a knock at the door. This was nothing new. He heard a new knock and a new plea for help every hour of every…
Read NowA Vision of Hell
I saw Heaven. In my dream, I was sitting on a bank of a snaking river. On the other side were houses made from large stone blocks. They resembled medieval…
Read NowLucid Dreamer
Dreams are just your mind dealing with the day's events, right? Nothing paranormal about that; everyone does it. I mean, there are places you visit often in your dreams. A…
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