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The Language that spreads
Entry 1: Phonemes There is something peculiar about Phillip, one of my 9th graders. He used to be exceptional at English. I am an English as a foreign language teacher…
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Where the World Gets Quiet
October 3rd The police are calling it a "behavioral crisis cluster," because they don’t have a better word for a statistical impossibility.It landed on my desk at the Federal Center…
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Stay Tuned
Now… I hope all my Night Crawlers feel as good as I do this evening! The fact we have 317 people in the chat is mind boggling enough, but if…
Read NowDennis got a gun
It was October 1st of 1967, and the campus of Montauk University sat quiet and still in the new morning hours. The sky was dark, street lamps bright, and all…
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Death Stamp
How you’ll die is written on your forearm. Don’t look now; you can’t see it; but it’s there. I can see it. It’s horizontal. Big and bold. Always black. Oh,…
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Hell’s Library – The Secret Atlas
Prologue (The Librarian) I’ll confess that it’s been very difficult for me to write this account, as I finally reveal my family’s dark secret to the world. A few years…
Read NowTapping at My Chamber Door – Only This and Nothing More
I don’t remember the first time I heard the tapping. As far as I know, it’s been there all my life. Ever since I was a little kid, I’ve been…
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Sea of the Fractured Circuit
There’s never one point where something ‘clicks’. Some like to believe there is, that hobbies or skills reach a well-defined turning point, an ON-OFF switch. It’s never that simple. Even…
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My Sister Never Came Back From Her Film Convention; I’m The Only One Who Remembers Her.
I used to have an older sister. Her name was ‘Eileen,’ though she always preferred to be called by her first two initials: ‘E.V,” or “Evie,” as we’d often spell…
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My Best Friend Became a Murderer
My buddy Gavin had always tried to be a superhero. Yes. You read that right. Not he always loved superheroes – not even that he always wanted to be a…
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I live alone in a houseboat on the bayou. Something’s been tapping at the hull at night.
It's been about a month now that Kenny's been gone. Three weeks and five days to be exact. He left in his pirogue one night just after sunset to go…
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The Strange Glow
My grandfather has been acting very strange lately, and has begun sleepwalking again. For this reason it was suggested to me by my parents that I write a journal to…
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Something was Following us When we were Stranded in the Middle of the Sea
"Dad, look!" I looked up from the dusty and dirty old map I had been examining for the past seventeen minutes to see what Liam was pointing at through the…
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Lies from the Pit
The pit, the abyss, it was always there. At least, as far as I can remember. The first time I heard its call, it was subtle, almost unnoticeable. My mother…
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Most Likely To…
You've heard of the Mandela Effect, right? It’s that weird phenomenon where a bunch of people collectively misremember something. Like how some people swear up and down that the Monopoly…
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I Have a Stalker, and It Excites Me
I’ve decided to write this out in the case that something bad happens to me. I’ve begun to play a dangerous game, and I can’t guarantee that I will come…
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I Found the Corpse of a Time Traveler
I’m a postgraduate student studying archaeology at a prestigious university in the UK (not going to disclose my identity or the name of my school, so don’t ask). Over a…
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Crossroads
In the middle of nowhere, under a sky of darkness filled with unrecognizable stars, there is a crossroads. Its roads are made of rocks and dirt, and walking along them…
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A Haunted Heart
Hell is real. The only people who’ll try to convince you of this are street preachers and Jehovah’s Witnesses. And I get that, I really do. Their belief in themselves…
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The Red Lady of Wyrhmhill
Her name was Roweinna Sinclair, a strange woman whose pale and freckled face always suggested a mixture of secrecy and suspicions. If I were to be honest with myself, she…
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Project Deep Red
I don’t have much time. It may be monitoring everything.My name is Dr. Clara Culpa, but I was part of a black-budget military operation called Project Deep Red. It was…
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