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The Mariner
September 17, 20-- To whoever is reading: Please pardon my recollections and remembrances, as the events that have occurred in the past 24 hours have been the oddest, most appalling,…
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Creatures From The Tree Line
On a night of fun, full of laughter and colorful lights, Aaron and his girlfriend, Anna, walk through all the displays at the circus. Their best friend, Brandon, was tagging…
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The Crimson Queen
“What’s that sound?” Matthew looked around, and then looked at his friend, Violet. They’d both abruptly stopped walking, and were now standing completely still in the middle of the trail.…
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My Bestfriend Was a Ghost Hunter, I Wish I Never Went.
“Come on.” The voice was distant but still clear. “You’re dragging your feet. You didn’t have to come. You wanted to. So let’s go.” Her voice had irritation to it,…
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Sandy Dunes
Wind blew across the dunes as the Sun bore down on the desert sands. Three men staggered across the parched earth, mildly delirious from dehydration and hunger. Sergeant McKay squinted…
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White Things
On one dark, foggy morning a news station began the daily evening broadcast to Sevier County, a low-population area in the middle of nowhere. It began with a poppy intro…
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The Wishing Well of Heathenberry Forest
I threw a rock down the well. It clattered against the walls as it bounced from one side to another. I waited, straining both ears. No indication that it had…
Read NowI Took A Job In Northwest Vermont: Entry One: Wendigo Psychosis
Read part one here So I thought I'd take some time to go over some of the Abenaki legends in the area. I mentioned some stuff about the Tall Men…
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Coffee Man
Coffee Man is the only one who says he can see them. Other inmates have stayed up dead into the night, pressing their ears to the concrete of the floor…
Read NowRunning from the Devil
An old truck came wailing through the autumn. The truck had once been white, but years in the rough had degraded the thing into an ugly gradient of browns. Now…
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Don’t Answer The Door At 9pm On Halloween
It was Halloween night, my parents had just left with my little brother to go to a party at the middle school. I didn’t go because I was in the…
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The Static Portrait
It all began with the painting. My mom is an artist—she has a very creative style, one that often leaves me speechless, but not always in a good way. She’s…
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It Was Underneath
Three shredded arms and various disemboweled body parts were spread across Billy Ferguson’s bedroom. They were randomly on the floor near his Hot Wheels cars, Star Wars toys and Nintendo…
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The woman who didn’t stop staring
Japan2007 - Michael B. It was the first country I can vividly remember. I don't mean to sound religious, but I can say without a doubt I have a strange…
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NecRomance
Every grave holds a person, their life, and their legacy. It reminds you that you have only one shot at this life, and to live it to the fullest, but…
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It’s Gonna Be Another Hot One!
It started as quite an unremarkable summer, as far as summers usually go in the city. It became swelteringly hot within days of spring ending, queuing the opening of windows…
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Roses & Nettles
Paige woke up at 11pm. Just a second before, her alarm clock had roused obnoxiously from its silence - neon red numericals Vegas-bright in her room. As usual when she…
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No one likes the dark
“All a skeptic is is someone who hasn’t had an experience yet.” — Jason Hawes“Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.”…
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56°49’0.257″N / 4°11’2.267″W
I’m going to kill her. One more nineties Clubland classic, and I’ll do it, I swear. We rejoin the A9 again and this time I pick the music. If Iona’s…
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My Strange Ability
I had been friends on Facebook with a girl for many years. We hardly talked but it was always fun to see her content. Her posts would center around her…
Read NowA Perfect Exposure
Memories are fragile, but a photograph lasts forever. That’s why I never went anywhere without my DSLR. I needed to capture everything—the old hardwood floors of our house, the strange,…
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The Tunnel
Around my area there’s an old urban legend of a condemned tunnel that used to be a part of the railroad that ran throughout my town. It was really active…
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God is Dead
Even now, I wonder if it was not that damnable Siberian cold that brought the spell upon us of group hysteria and shared hallucination. What else might account for the…
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