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Lost Reflection
It’s been happening for about a month now. Whenever I stand in front of a reflective surface I see it behind me briefly before it disappears from view. I have…
Read NowAre You Still There?
Chatroom log transcribed by *name expunged* on *date expunged*. Screen names presumably substituted by account holders' real names for easier reference. Whether incident described was real or fabricated cannot be…
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On the Bus
The streets, roads and dusty lanes of Colombia have been fertile territory for myths and legends since before the arrival of the Spaniards. Tales of ‘La Patasola’, a one-legged wailing…
Read NowIt Comes at Night
Maybe you’ve seen what I’ve seen… Probably, you haven’t, but just maybe you have. Either way, I know what I’ve seen, and that’s what matters most, as far as I’m…
Read NowThe Bad Kids Festival
On a warm Tuesday night in 1971, Tamera put on her best Sunday clothes and climbed out of her bedroom window. Her foster brother Jax was asleep peacefully in his…
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Hell Lives Inside
A shiver of terror runs through me, and I'm awake, gasping. I lay still, fists clenched in my sweat soaked sheets, shaking from the nightmare. Forcing my eyes open, I…
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Spiders in the Ceiling
It wasn’t until my early 30’s that I developed my arachnophobia. As a kid, I had what most would consider to be only a rational fear of the eight-legged pests.…
Read NowThey Can Hear You
Eleven P.M., Monday. “And that’s pretty much the gist of it, you got all that down?” In the mental notebook that was locked deep within Greg’s concentration, he did manage…
Read NowThe God Machine (Prologue)
NOTE: This is the prologue of The God Machine, submitted by the original author and hosted with permission from his publisher. I have to admit to not having read the…
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Cursed Sands
Part 1 I've been many different things at different points in my life. I'm an eight year veteran of the United States Marine Corps who served in the Gulf War.…
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The Honeymoon
Part 1 The day that I married Marjorie, I felt like the luckiest guy in the world. She was smart and beautiful, and ever since I had met her six…
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The Blood Moon Rising
I remember the day I found it as if it were yesterday. The late afternoon sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the flea market on the…
Read NowDon’t Answer Your Cell Phone While Driving
You're speeding down a country road late at night through a slowly building fog, speeding because you're tired and want to get home. Normally you wouldn't even be here, but…
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The Starry Crown
I left the university campus behind to do fieldwork in the Deep South. I was studying folk songs from southern states that had neither a time or place of origin…
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Don’t Let This Be You
I'm writing this as some sort of vain attempt towards a personal closure. I'm not entirely sure what's going to happen to me, but considering the current state of events,…
Read NowIn Between the Trees
Marnie strolled right into the woods and never came back. We waited for her. We could have just left the second she disappeared between the trees but she seemed so…
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I’m a Cop, and My Town Is Dying in Ways No Autopsy Can Explain
The moon hung low over the sleepy town of RidgeWater Creek, its faint glow barely penetrating the dense forest on the outskirts. As I stepped out of my car, my…
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If You Can’t See It
Every summer for a week, my grandparents would visit my family in New Orleans from Haiti. Making the nine-hour flight and thirty-minute drive from the airport to Norco. I loved…
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Heavensville
This story is part of the author's Heavensville series of interrelated stories. If you enjoy it, the author invites you to click here to read the other tales in the series.…
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Sleep Singing
My wife had always been a sound sleeper. She never snored, talked in her sleep, nor was she particularly restless. Oftentimes, she'd wake up in the same position she passed…
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