I always knew there was something wrong with my beloved grandmother. It started when she began rambling about a 'creature.' "It follows me," she would whisper. Her grey skin would become infinitely grayer. "It talks to me," Her pupils dilated. So, as any loving family would have done we assumed...

I was awoken by a low thumping sound. Startled, I sat up in bed but I could see nothing in the darkness of my room. No odd shapes. Thinking it was my imagination, I went back to sleep. But a few minutes later, the low...

I was playing with a couple of my friends, walking down the empty streets of small town Bennettsville, South Carolina, when I noticed something out of place in a small alley way beside the town cafΓ©. I paused, "Hey, is that a computer?" I asked,...

I’ve been thinking of him-er-her (it?) for the past week. I haven’t been able to sleep. I’ve barely eaten anything. I quit my job. Or stopped going to work is more like it. I assume I’m no longer employed there. My eyes are sunken in....

Before I begin, there are two pieces of information you must consider. Have you ever noticed that whenever a mirror is reflected into another mirror, after multiple reflections it begins to fade into a darker and greener infinity? The mirror can be cracked or completely unblemished;...

Here's the current situation: due to certain circumstances, I am mostly reading submissions via a tablet right now. This makes it pretty easy to get through submissions, but getting them scheduled/pasted to crappypasta/replied to is definitely better suited to be done at a desktop. For...

When I was four years old, and playing around in my new neighborhood, I had an experience that I would never forget for the rest of my life. While walking down my street, I couldn’t help but notice a strange-looking house. It was made of mottled...

I was always known as the weird girl; the one with no friends, strict parents, and strange habits. I was an outcast in part because I ate hot sauce sandwiches and sleepwalked. School days were long and torturous. There was nothing good about middle school....

β€œI gotta tell you, Connor, this is one amazing story,” Kurt said, plopping down on the couch next to him. β€œYou've got me believing in the boogie man again. I actually checked under my bed last night.” Connor laughed, taking the manuscript back. β€œWell it did...

We are all too familiar with creepy basements. Β We all know the feeling you get when you turn the lights off before running up the stairs, praying nothing will grab your ankle before the last step. Β As children, we would dread trips to the cellar,...