Most people sleep to rest. I donโ€™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. โ€œIโ€™m so happy that you made it,โ€ she said. I pulled the fork out of my mouth. โ€œWhat?โ€ โ€œOh,โ€ she said. โ€œI 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...

Margaret had, as usual, been left to the confines of her bedroom. With her father working the night shift and her mother ill with pneumonia, she didn't have anyone to talk to. The only noise was the ticking of the clock, the slight humming of...

I am terrified of the dark. My grandmother, on the other hand, had an affinity for the dark. She loved and enjoyed the dark so much that most windows in her house were walled shut and the few that remained were, except for rare occasions...

You've always had a slightly ridiculous phobia of mirrors. It's never interfered with your life before, except in small and completely inconsequential ways. You'd close your eyes during a middle school session of Bloody Mary, would rush past them in a dark hallway, things any red...

If you're reading this, it's likely because you're at your wit's end. You've been watching too many scary movies, or maybe you've read a few too many creepy pastas, or perhaps you've just been left alone with your own thoughts for far too long. You...

The first four days Lachlan had been excited. The fifth day, that Friday that he came back from primary school with dirt on his knees, he was not excited. He was euphoric. I was in my office, writing the final formulaic words of another research proposal. โ€œDaaad!โ€ โ€œHey!โ€ โ€œDad!...

Dr. Oswald Meegla walked through the Siren Industries door after showing his ID card to the two brutes outside. He looked at his sheet again: West Wing, Room 6. According to the man who gave him the job, heโ€™d be giving a test subject a...

โ€œThere are winds of destiny that blow when we least expect them. Sometimes they gust with the fury of a hurricane, sometimes they barely fan oneโ€™s cheek. But the winds cannot be denied, bringing as they often do a future that is impossible to ignore.โ€ โ€•...

There are lots of stories made for children who donโ€™t go to bed early, probably bogeymen or monsters under your bed. Youโ€™ve probably outgrown such stories, and might have already found a laugh or two in its retelling. But there are some stories that Iโ€™d...

I should've known something was wrong. What happened that night was fucked up, no doubt, and I had a lot to deal with, a lot on my mind. But how did I not notice something so obvious, something that was staring me right in the...