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The Stoneman
There is a statue my family has retained ownership of and cared for during many centuries. Supposedly it is of a great grand relative of some type who helped establish…
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Beneath the Mall
If you’re reading this, you’re probably pretty confused. I know I was. I’ll explain everything, but I’m going to start at the beginning. That’s the only way that this will…
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“I’m Not Going Anywhere, Baby.”
It has been a little over 8 years since my Dad died. We were so close, I was always his little girl despite being such a rotten kid. Whenever I…
Read NowA Fire In The Server
DIVICORE TECHNOLOGIESInternal Maintenance & Operations SystemDocument Type: Maintenance LogAccess Level: Internal Use Only – MAINTENANCE LOG 0216Date: 02-23-2026Time: 16:42Department ID: SI-PNW-04Employee: Boris MorozovEmployee Number: 4471Division: Server InfrastructureRank: Senior Maintenance TechnicianLog…
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I Wish I had Wings
We’d been dating for only a month, Gregory and I, but It seemed as if we’d known one another for years. I was addicted to him, addicted to us. Addicted…
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Nights of Fear
I usually have to do some explaining when someone finds out that my official title is Head of On-Site Security. Most people assume that the title means that I’m in…
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My Baby Won’t Stop Screaming
The doctors told me it was normal. Sometimes, babies just cry. After over a week, I’m telling you now…this is not normal. My baby isn’t crying—he’s screaming. Constantly, through the…
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My Sister And I Went To A Cabin In The Middle Of Winter
Around five years ago, my sister graduated from college with a master’s degree. She was always wicked smart. She graduated not only with honors, but six months early as well.…
Read NowThe Farmer and the Scarecrow
I killed my best friend when I was thirteen. It wasn’t what I wanted, or what the others involved wanted, but that doesn’t matter now, he’s gone. Most people look…
Read NowA Frog In The Terrarium
Zoe had not left her apartment in almost four months. The last time had been a Thursday, a trip to her primary physician to check up on a worrying rash…
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The Malice of Mary Marble
Have you ever known one of those people who made you feel truly unsettled? For me, it was Mary Marble. She was a pretty girl, all things considered. She had…
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Campfire Tales
My name is Marcus, and I'm an alcoholic. I know what you're thinking: this is just another sob story about some loser whose life went off the rails after he…
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Wonderland
Out in The Dives lies a place that does not exist – at least, not all of the time. It is a place with promises of euphoria and hedonistic pleasures,…
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The Horrors Of The Backrooms
I moved into my current house with my parents three years ago in 2006. Seems so long ago now that the number is in front of me. But, you’re not…
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Alabaster Angel
“This is a matchmaking service?” asked the doctor, a concerned look on his face. “This is the Garden of Eden,” replied his host with a smile. The doctor looked around…
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Sympathy Card
I can remember getting my first sympathy card sixty years ago when I was a junior at Nichols College in Massachusetts back in 1962. I was a twenty-year old Finance…
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The Thing That Will Kill Me
I grew up in a tiny town in Vermont. Tiny in terms of population, not size—there were huge sprawling farms and wooded areas, but almost no people. More cows than…
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I joined a hedonistic cult in the 80’s. It’s time to pay my membership fee.
It may be hard to believe, but before I became the bloated old drunk you’d see camping outside your local liquor store, I used to be quite the stud back…
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New Houses can be Haunted Too, Here’s My Story
I remember the day, not too long ago, that I stood in front of my brand new home. After the year-long headache of the over-budget and over-delayed build process, I…
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,…
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The Horrors Of The Backrooms, Part Three
Read Part One here Read Part Two here After looking through the classroom a bit more, I discovered an old backpack resting in the corner behind a desk. I picked…
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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The Bipolar Express
I wasn't the best behaved child a parent could hope for. I was selfish, greedy and hostile. Basic nightmare kid. I'd pitch fits when I didn't get my way, and…
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A Million Tinges of Red – NGC 1569
It was night and gloomy and somber and serene. There was the wardrobe in front of me and on its higher corners dust had gathered and yet within the somberness…
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