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The Man in the Red Tin Wall
Donna Ball woke at 7:15 as she had done every weekday for the past ten years. Tired eyes struggled to stay open, and as she heaved herself from her tacky…
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In the Forest of the Damned
My sister was not an evil person; not before that camping trip anyway. Yes, she did those horrific things. I can't deny that, as I was the one who stopped…
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The New Settlements
Looky here! Trish! Ethan! Our friend is back! Shame it had to be another cold, stormy night like this. Just once I’d like to enjoy some company under the warm…
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The Man in the Attic
Mike and his mother Sarah lived in a sharply white two-story house about eight miles from the city and half a mile away from a red diner which worked throughout…
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The Transfiguration of Consumption
When she first brought home the iron skillet, no one questioned her sudden culinaryskills. Except for maybe, her mother. "Honestly Katrina, I don't understand what's gotten into you. I've never…
Read NowKillers for Sale
[Auctioneer] Greetings! Welcome to the Sweet Mercy Web Auction! I hope everyone is having a wonderful night – or day, pending your time zone. Thank you for joining us! Please,…
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Have You Seen the Blue Man?
Honestly, I never wanted to relive this part of my life again, but something has happened that has forced me to do so. I don’t even remember much, the entire…
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Halloween: When the Masks Come Off
It has been a long time since I reveled in the fears of those I used to prey on. It could be said that I reformed from my old ways.…
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My DNA Genealogy Test Shattered Everything I Thought I Knew About My Life
I sat against the red and brown brick wall outside the police station, knees tucked into my chest. My heavy breaths clouded in front of me as the cold winter…
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The Shadowlands Express
1 – The Train I can’t say why I was chosen to ride the shadowlands express. Why me, and not the countless others who have sinned during their mortal lives?…
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The Horrors Of The Backrooms Part Two
Read Part One Here It’s been about three months since my whole incident with The Expanse. I had been seeing my new therapist. Tiffany, for pretty much that entire length…
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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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The Chemist
The television screen slowly phased into focus some few steps in front of me. Some shopping channel peddling jewelry that people would buy as gifts for their family that no…
Read NowThe Thing behind me wants me to turn around
A degree in wildlife management. It sounds so exciting, and the $70,000 piece of paper has certainly ensnared many bright, nature-loving youths with the allure of grand vistas and endless…
Read NowI Don’t Think I’m Real
I was born on June 10th, 1992. At least, that's what my birth certificate says. It's not as if I remember. In fact, I don't have a single memory of…
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Sammy’s Halloween Spooktacular
"Are we ever gonna get there," Sarah whined from the back seat. "We still have a ways to go, Punkin," my wife replied. I could tell she was as tired…
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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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Hunger of St. Bruvia
St. Bruvia was always a hungry town. It was an old place, older than most of its residents, with crooked wooden houses leaning toward one another beneath heavy snow and…
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Sticks and Stones
My heart was already racing when I sat down in the passenger seat of the filthy and foul-smelling land yacht of an ancient Cadillac. The large man who was to…
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My Last Time Around
I am a serial killer. The absolute worst that humanity has to offer, scraped from the underside of the bottom of the barrel of society. I prey upon the weak…
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