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Ignore the Earwig
In many communities, urban legends are a right of passage. Most of us have grown up with some form of tall tale. Whether it was something as ridiculous as growing…
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I Drive for Cerber
My name is Jim. I’ve been in and out of construction contracts for the last seventeen years. Between those contracts, I do what I can to make a few extra…
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Follow the Green Lady
“My dear, are you awake?” Nikki Chambers had fallen asleep on her best friend’s tombstone when she heard those strange words from a woman with an airy, almost velvety voice.…
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The James Currie Film
It was never a dull moment’s drive. Scotland was, by definition, a beautiful country of inspiring scenery, majesty, and relentless weather. Evie’s old hatchback had taken a beating from the…
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The Crows Know Something We Don’t
My grandfather was, for lack of a better term, an ass. Unfortunately, he suffered a lot of symptoms of what I often referred to as "Old Man-itis." On top of…
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The Last Bus
The first time I caught the night bus was pure chance. I’d heard the legends of course, we all had. Urban legends are a big thing where I live. I…
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The Schoolhouse
Storytelling has been a popular pastime among humans as long as language has existed. Through this telling of stories, folklore of strange creatures, haunted places, cryptids, witches, and other supernatural…
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Rules of Passage
My apartment was exactly what you'd expect from a cop who spent more time at the precinct than at home. The wallpaper peeled at the corners like old scabs, the…
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Among The Wolves
Piotr Kowalczyk lived by a simple mantra, “Sweep and live.” He was an old man, nearly sixty-five, in July 1943 when the Nazis had rounded up all two hundred and…
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The Land Where Nothing Grows
I grew up on a small-town ranch in the Midwest region of the United States, on land that had been passed down in my family for several generations. It can…
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The Wolf Below and Above
I don’t need to watch to know where the woman has decided to hide. It’s always one of three places, and out of those three it’s usually one specific spot.…
Read NowPast All Hope
A tropical retreat in Cozumel full of sun bathing or scuba diving? Kayaking with the whales, or sky diving in Nova Scotia? Or how about that eerie and highly illegal…
Read NowIn the Mist
Scotland is one of those places that seems to never really be simple, or summed up neatly into a couple of words. Sure, you can try, the tourists certainly do:…
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The Backroads
Thursday Today is Thursday, June 16, 2022, and I don’t know where I am. I’m parked on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, and I’m not…
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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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For thirty years, I’ve been receiving letters from a land that doesn’t exist
I’ve always held a fascination with the sea, the vast blue oceans that account for two-thirds of the Earth’s surface. I grew up on the west coast of Ireland, enjoying…
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The Dowsing of Bolsom Ranch
Water divining did not come as natural to me as it did for my grandfather. He could reveal a well in Death Valley at the peak of summer. My sisters…
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The Sounding of the Fifth Trumpet
You have been given a chance; one single opportunity. Just for you, little one. You don’t have to endure the tribulations about to be unleashed. You can escape all of…
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The Terror in the Tunnels
I have two very unusual keepsakes on one of my many bookshelves. One is an empty glass vial, the contents of which dried up long ago. The other is an…
Read NowAbout one shift at Clover Camp
The month I had to spend every summer at a children’s camp was the most loathed period of the year for me. A place where children were supposed to rest,…
Read NowMarevynn Rise
The woman arrived precisely at four in the afternoon. By then, the wind had been hammering the inn for hours, long enough that I’d actually considered calling it a day,…
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