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DON’T KNOCK ON WOOD
Don’t knock on wood. Ever again. I know that sounds crazy. But trust me. It’s not worth it. It’s not worth it because you might not be ready for what…
Read NowI’m Terrifed of My Guardian Angel; He Won’t Let Me Die
I’m pretty sure my guardian angel is using me. I don’t know how, or more importantly why, but every time they save my life, someone else gets hurt. Growing up,…
Read NowThe Pencil Man
The cedar smoke from the campfire clutched at our lungs, a thick, gray shroud that seemed to isolate us from the rest of Camp Oakwood. I remember the heat on…
Read NowThe Woods Beyond Margaret Street
By the time Thomas Grady turned sixty-eight, most people on Margaret Street had stopped taking him seriously. They were polite about it, of course. Small towns tend to be. Neighbors…
Read NowThe Grimoire of Leonard Hopkins
I work for the county sheriff’s office up in NorCal. I received a call in the predawn hours on May the 23rd, 2020 telling me to investigate the collapse of…
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The Writer
My therapist, Dr. Raymond, has cleverly deduced that I suffer from mild paranoia. But what the simple doctor does not understand is that I am not paranoid, I am prepared.…
Read NowThe Eyes of the Angel
Jason watched the hands of the clock ticking. The hour hand was moving to nine o’clock. The hour he dreaded so much. His eyes darted around the room. In the…
Read NowThe Fog Man of Duskwood
The sound of the television static always felt louder when the room was entirely dark. On Halloween night, the air in Duskwood, Virginia didn't just feel cold—it felt heavy, as…
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What is happening in my new house?
Hey, something weird happened to me last night and I need a little help wrapping my head around it. My wife Steph and I moved into this beautiful raised ranch…
Read Now“Free Will”
1 - The Rosebud I wake up to sunlight.A heavy, warm stripe of it is lying across my face, the kind that comes through high windows in the late afternoon.…
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The Copper, the Collar, and the Glimmering Blade
I remember well when I came across the strange sequence of events in the odd case of the cellar underneath the Winemaker’s shop. The things I saw that night, I…
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Nobody Lives Here But You
About half a year ago, I moved into a new apartment downtown. It’s hands-down the most upscale place I’ve lived in—rooftop access, a fitness center, a pool, huge windows with…
Read NowMy Lady Kudzu
The chirping of a blue bird woke Robert out of his blank eyed stare. His eyes refocused, as his old hands went to rub them back into reality. Their disappointed…
Read NowLooking to Kill a Dog
The day was edging toward dusk, the sun casting long shadows across the backyard. I remember the cicadas' hum filling the air, marking the middle of summer, a relentless reminder…
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The Séance
“Good Evening!” The young woman greeted me as she opened the door. She spoke with a very strange and vaguely Eastern European accent. Her face stood out starkly against the…
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The Bottle
As I sit here now beside my pond and watch the autumn fog dance along the water, and as the leaves whisper and chatter to one another as the wind…
Read NowIt’s What’s Inside That Counts
I sipped the fruity wine, hoping it would help to calm my nerves. It had been a long time since I had last been on a date, and I didn’t…
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A Token of Gratitude
There's a certain impersonal charm to grocery stores. People pass each other, usually avoiding eye contact and cloaked in a security blanket of inconspicuousness. And the homeless that you often…
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The Static Man
I always thought the old TV in my grandmother's attic was broken. It would never receive channels, only emit a hiss of static when you tried turning the dial. But…
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My wife keeps introducing me to people who aren’t there.
I thought she was playing a practical joke the first-time she did it. I was in the kitchen, getting dinner ready when she walked in the front door mid conversation.…
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Everyone Else Saw It
Jonathan Lynch’s Skype session with his mother was in five minutes. He had to admit he missed her; he hadn’t been able to visit his tiny hometown in years. In…
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