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He won’t stop staring
Today was a weird day. It was another long day at the office. Piles of paperwork stood a mile high on my desk, and it'd taken hours to even make…
Read NowThe House I Squatted In Never Existed
My father committed suicide when I was six years old. When you're that young, you don't really understand much beyond the fact that Daddy is never coming back home. And…
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I Sleep With My Window Closed Now
I sleep with my window closed now. Not out of habit, out of fear. There are monsters in the world, real ones. Serial killers, rapists, the kinds of things we…
Read NowMy Uncle was Obsessed with Holes
Recently my family was contacted by a storage unit company. They said my dad was listed as the secondary contact for a unit under my uncle's name. Which was strange,…
Read NowI Wasn’t Allowed to See My Face
Most of my childhood was spent in the same 20 square miles of forest, somewhere in the Appalachian wilderness. I lived there with my mom in this cabin she claims…
Read NowThe Last Channel
My grandmother died at 3:33 AM on a Tuesday, and her TV wouldn't turn off. Not wouldn't—couldn't. We unplugged it. We cut the power to her room. We even took…
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The Counting Man
Michael sat down on the bench, checking his watch as his leg nervously tapped the floor. The bus was running late today. That wasn’t good for him. He needed to…
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Followers of the Flaming Hand
The camera didn’t look like something that should still work. Didn’t feel right from the start. When my sister handed me that box on my birthday, I could tell it’d…
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A Lonely Machine
Roger glanced around the desert once more. Nothing but the cloudless sky and the sand scattering in the wind, with a few cacti dotted around the landscape. With nothing else…
Read NowGifts On My Porch
Hello everyone. I came here to write this because I genuinely don’t know who else I can tell. My name is David. I’m a man in my mid-thirties who’s recently…
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The Idiot Mile
That’s what we called it. The idiot mile. We used to think it sounded cool, but the adults talked about it and hyped it up so much that we just…
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…And We’re Back
Yesterday… …And we’re back in five… four… three… two… one… [talk-show host] Greg, tell us your thoughts about the movie; the release is only three days after the anniversary of…
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My daughter was attacked on FaceTime
I'll be honest, I'm not much of a family man. My career kept me away from my family for most of my daughters childhood, and once my wife died-absentee would…
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Into the Velvet Hallways
In 2017, I tasted death for the first time. Naturally speaking, I wasn’t dead, but I wasn’t alive either; I do not know what I was, or where I was.…
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If you’re Reading This, Please Don’t Apply for a Dishwasher Position at Riverside Memories Retirement Community.
I was opening the shift that day. I walked past the golf cart with its flat tire. It was coming up on its 2-year anniversary of being broken. I scanned…
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The Hand That Bites
Mark dutifully pulled his car up to the curb and checked his Super ride-share app. Seeing that the address was correct, he yawned as he drew his hand back through…
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If You Ever Stop in Ashbrook, Don’t Ask About the Children
The Nevada heat rippled off the asphalt, distorting the long, empty road ahead. I wiped sweat from my brow and adjusted the camera strap around my neck, squinting at the…
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The Night Walker
It was a foggy autumn night when I first encountered him. As I was driving home from my late shift at the hospital, I came across a rather unusual person.…
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Patient 367
He says that he visits abandoned asylums, prisons, hospitals and so on, and showcases them for others to see. I heard a voice saying. I opened my eyes and squinted,…
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The Night Shift
Halfway through her night shift at George Tafel's funeral home, Anne Loudreinne almost fainted when the dead man let out a sigh which was barely audible yet still distinguishable from…
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Dying Light
The light of the camp fire offered little comfort to the panic that surged through him. His blood might as well have been pure adrenaline. His senses were on high…
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Quiet Stanley
The town I grew up in, Lay Marsh, was a pretty average place. Parents moved there because they wanted a quiet, safe environment for their kids to grow up. They…
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