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Magic Mortimer
I need help with my nephew, Nicky. The kid is eight, and he’s been doing magic tricks since he saw the Amazing Howard perform at his fifth birthday. It was…
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The Angels Burned Part 2
Read Part one here It was gearing up to be a long night. The place was packed two-deep with thirsty patrons, and our barback was nowhere in sight. I wouldn’t…
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Black Christmas
It was cold and dark that one wretched morning in the city of dead dreams. Dilapidated buildings, decadent sentries of another time, towered on either side of me as I…
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The Creek of A Thousand Corpses
It was one of those stormy nights during my summer trip in the tropics when I stumbled upon that old tunnel. It was the longest and scariest night of my…
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Talent, Right on Time
“You think you can win on talent alone? You don’t have enough talent to win on talent alone.” – Kurt Russell, “Miracle” * * * “WHERE’S MY STORY?” “I don’t…
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Ilza walked at the center of the line, where the others could keep her between them. She was young for an elf, not yet into the fullness of her years,…
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Age 2 Garuk could not have been more than twenty months when his first memory took root, and even then it came back to him in fragments, the way the…
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Three Knocks
It was midnight, and Sam Kessler was trying to believe that he was alone. He crouched against a cold tile floor and peeked out from cracked blinds, staring into the…
Read NowFeed The Throne
The bloody throne hall stank of wet iron and rot, and at the heart of it sat Kortul. She had taken her tusks years ago, ground the stumps smooth so…
Read NowI was a British intelligence officer in Ireland during the 1970s. We unleashed something terrible.
From a young age I always knew I would become a soldier. I was born into an upper-class family with a proud military tradition. My grandfather was wounded at the…
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I Bought a Strange Guitar; I Think the World Is Ending
At this point, there is little that will make any difference. I can protest that I am a victim, I was always a victim, the same as everybody. But I…
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A Hunter’s Feast
Every fourth Thursday in November, families across the country gather together in celebration of the love and appreciation they feel for one another. This of course takes place over a…
Read NowAlbert’s Letter
From the author: READ HORROR, RAISE MONEY FOR CHARITY: One of the communities we used to work with in Zambia have been in touch to say that they are really…
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I’m a mob hitman with a unique method of body disposal
I’m not going to lie to you, nor will I attempt to justify my heinous actions. I am a mass murderer, a serial killer of the worst kind. Over a…
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Shall Not Suffer a Witch to Live
“He is approaching,” I said. “Should I stay or leave?” “Stay, Bridgett, I’m frightened as never before,” Hope answered. “But say nothing, lest you become involved as well.” We drew…
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The Witch of Arlena Falls
5:58 AM “There is an unexpected turn in the weather this morning, say our local meteorologists. Instead of seeing a warm day, we are getting a snowstorm that sources are…
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Supernatural Vigilante Association – The Voodoo Priestess
I proceeded to the rendezvous on foot, having asked my taxi driver to drop me off a couple of blocks away. This was not the wisest decision in retrospect, but…
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I think my family is cursed by Bram the Toymaker?
The story I am about to tell you is crazy. I had the weirdest, creepiest experience last weekend. And I think people like you want to hear. The curse must…
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Joshua woke just before the alarm, some animal part of him counting down the seconds until the shriek came. When it finally tore through the pit, a grinding, metallic wail…
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Sleep Singing
My wife had always been a sound sleeper. She never snored, talked in her sleep, nor was she particularly restless. Oftentimes, she'd wake up in the same position she passed…
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The Clock Strikes Twelve
Read Part One here “Well, I am Death, none can excel! I’ll open the door to Heaven or Hell.” – Ralph Stanley, “O Death,” from “O Brother, Where Art Thou?”…
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A Beginner’s Guide to Blood Portals
A few days ago I got a text message from an unknown number reading “I got your proof.” I stared at the words for a bit, thinking it was a…
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