I don’t know why, but for whatever reason, I’ve always been naturally sneaky. Without putting any effort into the endeavor, I was always scaring people, or at the very least making them jump. Sometimes even when I approached from the front, people wouldn’t notice me...

I’ve decided to share this here because honestly? I feel like I NEED to talk about this before I go crazy. And this is probably the only place where I could talk about this and not have people think that I’m crazy. My name is Elizabeth...

The day was August 5th, 1989, the rain pounded onto the beach like gunfire and the lightning arced across the sky in magnificent blue colors. I sat in my tent on the cliff edge, listening to the boom of thunder while holding in my hands...

In today’s society, the advent of science brings an understanding of the world which puts people into a sense of security. We know what the world is made of, the way chemistry, physics, biology, and geology all fit in to the picture. There’s not much...

Alright, it's working. My name is S______ and if you are reading this, then you are probably the police or some mental health professional, investigating my recent actions. Let just apologize in advance for any weird grammar errors, as I'm actually writing this on some...

It was an expensive chair. The leather squeaked as I shuffled in it, betraying its purpose by failing to get comfortable. Disapproving eyes glanced up from the heavy mahogany desk that lay before me. After a pause the solicitor continued reading. "And to my grandson, Alastair...

In the darkness we are strangers to ourselves, gray-skinned, white-eyed and black-haired demons rather than the usual familiar streaks of color that we see in a lighted mirror. Our grayscale faces are as blank as that of Slenderman's, our hearts as black as a killer's,...

In my room, on my desk, sits a black, plastic casing which holds my glasses. They have a power of minus 9 and they were very expensive to wear. When I was younger, my mother used to warn me about sitting too close to the television. She...

You know how it goes. When you were a child, your favourite thing was your music box. It would play a soothing yet haunting melody that lulled you to sleep, or provided background noise for playtime. You had it for years. You loved it, cherished it. You...

There is a town in the Deep South that is spoken of in whispers around campfires and by drunks in bars. No one knows its exact location, as those who have been there can’t agree on where they were when they arrived. Its location has...

((Author Note: The following explanation of how to get to Brach's is true; I’ve been that way. Go if you dare, but don’t enter. Seriously. If you would like to skip to the inside of the factory, simply search for *****)) The train sped down the...

Most people sleep to rest. I don’t. I sleep to communicate. The person I visit knows things. It knows things about you. It knows things about them. It knows things about everything. When I sleep, I sleep to know. I sleep to know more about everything. I sleep to know about the plan. I sleep...

On my sixteenth birthday, just after I had blown out the candles on a fairy cake, my mother told me that I was born dead. “I’m so happy that you made it,” she said. I pulled the fork out of my mouth. “What?” “Oh,” she said. “I guess we...

The sweet old lady rocks rhythmically in her recliner. Her head nods often in approval as she agrees wholeheartedly with her favorite evangelist late this evening. This has been Mrs. Weatherford's routine every night since her late husband left her alone and vulnerable. The preacher is...