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The Long Porch
My aunt left me her place on Hensel Lake when she died last September. I had visited once as a boy and remembered almost nothing about it, so I drove…
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The Cursed Brass Bell of Trussville
The following is the history of the Brass Bell of Trussville, as I have come to understand it. I am remiss to admit that I have not been able to…
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Children Of The Sacred Gate
My name is Brother Arthro but I am told that I no longer need to use that name if I wish. I am to understand that my childhood has been…
Read NowUnconscious Burden
Twice, two separate times, in the span of only six months, it’s happened. I go to bed, like any other night and wake up outside, lying on the ground in…
Read NowHe Said He Would Protect Me
There were rules in our house that no one ever had to say out loud. Don’t speak when he’s drinking.Don’t look at her when she’s disappointed.Don’t cry where anyone can…
Read NowThe Old Railway Station
It’s not the most uncommon thing to find yourself at the receiving end of a horror story in a public gathering. After all, everybody has their ghosts, don’t they? And…
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The Tained Vase of Białowieża Forest
I must admit that when I first obtained The Tainted Vase of Białowieża Forest, I did not think it was an item I would one day part with. At best,…
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A Face In The Dark
It was a breezy September evening. The yellow glow of street lights reflected off the rain-slickened sidewalk. I was making my way back from volleyball practice. I usually took the…
Read NowDon’t Let it in, Don’t let it out
One I saw the house. It was beautiful. A big Victorian sitting in the middle of the woods. And I knew I shouldn’t go in. I really shouldn’t go in.Next…
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The Black Sarcophagus
The following are a collection of journals and reports pertaining to a series of strange and tragic occurrences befalling the Carter Archaeology Institute. Journal of Arnold Higgins, Archaeologist: July 7th,…
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Just One More
Stacey Chapman pulled hard on the cold metal of the gate. The rusted iron hinges resisted and it squealed as it moved. She winced at the sound as it cut…
Read NowI wish I never asked my mom about the ghost in the bathroom
My favorite fact to use in Two Truths, One Lie is that I saw a ghost when I was seven. It all started one morning when I was hunched over…
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From Bones To Bones
It all started with the missing hikers, then it was the missing hunters, the second group of hikers, and now it’s a jogger. They couldn’t find any of the others,…
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Capricornus
I grew up on a small farm in the middle of nowhere, raised by Christian parents in the middle of the Bible Belt. Needless to say, my upbringing was…strict. Every…
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The Woman In My Basement
“Never ever go near the basement at night. Stay in your room until the sun comes up.” That’s what my mother always told me. I never thought much of it.…
Read NowThe Morrison Farm
My friend Johnny and I run our own general contracting company. We specialize in waste removal and general repairs. We have an absolute work horse mentality. No job was too…
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The Taxi Fare
It was after midnight and a lone taxi was driving down the dark country roads. In the absence of street lights, the road looked eerily empty as he drove on…
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From Where It Came
Hello Grandma, I am currently writing to you because I'm afraid that you are the last of my relatives who I believe will be willing to hear my story. You…
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Day Of Absolution
Read part one here This is Inspector Arthur Knight and the truth is I do not know why I am writing this. Perhaps it is the long trained need to…
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Voodoo Karen
Hello there, my name is Katie; I found this community because I have a story to tell, and I think it’s one you will appreciate. I’m forty, and I have…
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I walked the Labyrinth and lived to tell the tale
I’m no hero – that much will become obvious as you read my account. In fact, I’m a coward…the type who always takes the easiest path. Left to my own…
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