The pungent smell of disinfectant. A corridor lit a brilliant white by the LED lights overhead. Men in drab white garbs rushing by, each and every one of them plagued by some urgent matter or another. Henry Haywood sat alone, his head in his hands. The creaking of a door, […]
My older brother stood over me, eyes blown wide and a smile spread across his face. He held out a hand to me like he was approaching a wounded animal, knowing that any sudden move could spook me into leaving. My feet scuffled on the floor and I looked up
It all began the night the man in the black coat came to Graybark Drive. Looking back, Harrison Naylor might have found that odd, because it was also the night that the Collins’ house burned to the ground. But no, when he peeked through his blinds that night, all he
The only thing I can remember is this tower. I must have been somewhere else before coming here. I don’t remember anything before this, but I know things. I know the room I often wake up in is a doctor’s office. Then again… those words together don’t seem quite right
The following is a transcript of a recording that was discovered in a hospital laboratory. At the time of this submission, the cause of the incident is believed to have been a chemical leak. Recording begins. Three years ago, a team of scientists figured out how to stimulate the language
What I remember most about Grandma Dawn is that she loved birds. She always put food out for them in her garden, and when she was still mobile she’d go birdwatching most weekends. Some of my oldest memories from being a young boy are of sitting on her lap as
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2017-10-07 Dear Diary, I am new to writing these entries, but nevertheless, I’ll try to write in this regularly. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I have had it for all my life, but the hallucinations only kicked in last year. I thought everyone was like me when I was
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It was 2:05 AM when I did it. Everything around was completely quiet, not a single person in sight. I grabbed the folding ladder out from my garage and neatly placed it right under the light post in front of my house. I quickly ran back inside and came back
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I don’t have much time, so read every word carefully… because detail is not a vanity I can afford right now. My name is Seth Anderson. I am a 43-year-old accountant from Washington. I am married, I have two daughters, and I was mortally afraid of clowns for a time
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I will tell this story only once. Pass it around. Alter it if you like. But once I am done with the story. I want nothing more to do with it. Reliving the experience is bad enough, and I will not do it twice. Not long after my tenth birthday,
Auster sat at the aged wooden desk, pulling out his weathered journal. He placed it down then reached back into his satchel and retrieved his oaken fountain pen. The pages fluttered like wings between his fingers as he flipped to his next entry. He dated the first line. The pen
So, what’s it like to be a zombie? I’ll save you the effort of asking because we both know that’s what you’re thinking… right? Or, more to the point, what the best part of being a zombie? Well I’ll tell you one thing: it’s not the loss of dexterity. I’ve
Silently, they sat together on the couch, the mother holding her precious little girl. A thin stream of drool fell from her daughter’s mouth. The mother wiped it away before wiping away a tear from her own eyes. Seven years had passed since the initial diagnosis of autism, and since
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Now, before you read this, take note, I am a very critical skeptic, I am quick to dismiss any claims of psychics, fortune tellers, hell even aliens, but I am positive about what happened in that house. Guerneville, a small town in Northern California, never heard of it; wouldn’t be
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Halloween is my saving grace – the one night a year I can go outside without a mask. I don’t want it to sound like I spend all year waiting for this day, just wiling away the hours with bated breath and anticipation; I would like to
It’s been a month since Michael returned. He was gone for more than four years, and now he has finally come back. The only thing is, he isn’t the same anymore. I understand that, it’s been four years, of course he has changed. It’s in the way he changed that’s
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Even though in the end, this information will have little to do with what I’m about to tell you, I still feel it needs to be said before we get started; I began using drugs when I was twelve because of severe depression and anxiety. My mental state was extremely
Withering Heights (not to be confused with Wuthering Heights, the work of literary genius of the same name, though that is what it is named for) is not an experience I would wish upon anyone. I would like to say this, clear and loud. By providing the instructions, I am
My mind often drifts back to Keyser’s Nook on crisp autumn nights such as this. Particularly my tenth year of existence, for it was the most horrendous of my life. 1996. It was the year that The North American blizzard bombarded the entire east coast. The year I became interested
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“That’s not fair!” Jimmy cried, slamming his large, gray Nintendo DS shut. “You cheat! I told you to never use your Blastoise. His level is too high.” Preston smirked, though Jimmy’s voice made him glance at the metallic picnic table across the playground, where Ms. Hinson sat reading some book.
Thursday, 8:00 PM The fire crackled in front of my eyes and the kids talking around the fire didn’t really bring my attention, and neither did the counselor telling scary stories. Sure, they were a little scary, but it just didn’t interest me. In fact, this whole camp was boring.
“Are you going to get a pint in, then? They’ve just called time.” I didn’t hear him at first, I was miles away playing on the gambling machine in the far corner of the pub. It caught my eye as I was leaving the toilets. I always did have a
In my experience, when one is tired, one tends to “see” differently than when one is awake. For example, children “see” things in the dark which are not there. The first time I “saw” something I assumed it was simply a product of my over-tired brain, dismissed it, and thought
