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The Beast In The Pines
My mom and dad were born and raised in Clarence, an old small town in the countryside between the midlands and the coast. A flat woodland, lush from its snaking…
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Gravedigging can be a Pain
Being a live-in caretaker or gravedigger as the cool kids typically term it, for a historic cemetery that has been a part of our community since colonial times isn’t all…
Read NowThere are Cruel and Fearsome Things That Prowl the Open Ocean
Mankind believe themselves to have escaped the horrors that preyed on them in bygone ages. Perhaps we are right. Mostly. The torch of scientific progress kindled by Newton and his…
Read NowThe Starvation of Angels
Soft beeping from my alarm work me that morning. The same sound as always, a pulsing of noise that was like a heartbeat. Over the years, I'd grown used to…
Read NowDennis got a gun
It was October 1st of 1967, and the campus of Montauk University sat quiet and still in the new morning hours. The sky was dark, street lamps bright, and all…
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As Above, So Below
Ron Barkley was a grade-A son of a bitch but he knew where to get cash and fast. Mind, his methods weren’t what anyone would exactly call legal. Much to…
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What Waits in the Cold
Jess steadied her breath as she saw the buck. She was behind a fallen log dug deep into the blanket of snow that lay across the ground. She brought her…
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Don’t Ever Look Back
You know that feeling you get when you walk down a dark hallway? The feeling you get when the lights are out in the room behind you, the feeling that…
Read NowThere’s Something Under the Boardwalk
If you're reading this, it's because I have no other choice. Nobody will listen to me, not even the police. It's only a matter of time before they come for…
Read NowThe In-Dream Hotline
The business card left in my mailbox was unassuming. A simple white font affixed to a black background. But its claim was bold: There is now an in-dream hotline you…
Read NowThe Old Mine Shaft
We stand in the overgrown lot, staring at the cluttered remains of the large wooden building in the deep reaches of the West Virginia Mountains. Nature had taken most of…
Read NowWhat Crawls Within
The squad car kicked up dust as it rolled down Ashbury Lane, one of the last streets in Seneca Vale that anyone still called home. Deputy Dale Hargreaves watched the…
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I live alone in a houseboat on the bayou. Something’s been tapping at the hull at night.
It's been about a month now that Kenny's been gone. Three weeks and five days to be exact. He left in his pirogue one night just after sunset to go…
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A lost paramilitary tape from the 1990’s has been rediscovered. Do not watch it.
The following transcript is taken from a Gardai Missing Person’s Report dated 5th December 2020. The subject’s name is Paul O’Shea, aged 32 years. Mr O’Shea is (or was) a…
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Something was Following us When we were Stranded in the Middle of the Sea
"Dad, look!" I looked up from the dusty and dirty old map I had been examining for the past seventeen minutes to see what Liam was pointing at through the…
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The Haunter of the Ring
As I entered John Kirowan's study I was too much engrossed in my own thoughts to notice, at first, the haggard appearance of his visitor, a big, handsome young fellow…
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The Winsted Wildman
The first time Sasha got high, she stood face-to-face with a black bear in the backyard of her friend’s house. She was giggling while her two best friends Jade and…
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The Scoutmaster’s Tale
Scoutmaster Tom sat with his troop around the campfire. It was their first overnight trip and the five boys were all giddy with excitement. All around them the woods echoed…
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Miracle Girl
“When is Miracle Girl coming?” I asked and got a stony look of disapproval from my uncle in return. If he read comic books, he’d appreciate my nickname for an…
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Something watches over me and it is not an angel
Have you ever heard the idea of spirit guides or divine protectors? How about the idea of long deceased family members watching over you and guiding you through life? I'm…
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A Collector of Sorrows
I call myself a collector of sorrows. As a teen, I felt alone and ignored. My classmates bullied me, and my parents spent most of their time at work. They…
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The Hayloft
I like mornin’ best in summer. Chet don’t, cuz he’s fifteen and likes his sleep, but I’d rather make my own breakfast, get chores done quick - enjoy the rest…
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