I am not too proud of what my family has done in the past, and this especially goes out to my ancestors. The reason why I find myself strolling through the woods as the blazing day drifts into the ominous night is because of what...

It was well past midnight as I drove home from my new job. The pay wasn't so good, and it was far from home, but I really had no choice considering I was behind on rent. Exhausted from working a long first day, I just wanted...

Mom and Dad keep asking why I wonโ€™t sleep. Itโ€™s colic, they say. Out of the murky darkness of my bedroom, I wail; calling them to my side, desperate to make them understand me. They come, reluctantly, with exhaustion tugging on the skin beneath their eyes...

NOTE: This is a continuation of a previously standalone pasta. We recommend that you read the original story, Projections, before proceeding. September 1st, 2015 Itโ€™s been a long time since Iโ€™ve had the opportunity to log any activity on...

The house was nestled into the depths of the woods, and from a certain distance the only evidence it existed was a small column of smoke in the evenings. No one ever went that deep, though. The woods themselves were believed by the locals to...

The bitter cold gusts ripped through the thermal underwear he wore underneath his camouflage, biting into his very bones. He had climbed into his tree stand about thirty feet up a yellow-leaved cottonwood and had huddled with his knees to his chest to fight...

It sounded like footsteps. When she was three, staring after the retreating back of a woman with a once-familiar smell, her young brain snapped at attention at a feeble noise behind her. She had turned then, getting even more tangled in the warm heavy blanket draped...

I awoke to find myself in a darkened passageway. As I sat up from the dusty floor and rubbed my head, I realized I had no memory of who I was or how I got to this strange place. No matter how I got here,...

In the town of Bisden, nobody leaves their home after dark. As soon as the sun begins to set -- shutters are drawn shut, candles are snuffed out, and doors are locked tight. Before the moon is fully risen, the entire town appears deserted, and...

I always get a little uncomfortable when the topic of the paranormal comes up, particularly when some people seem to be so adamant that ghosts simply canโ€™t exist. I donโ€™t attempt to convince them otherwise. As a matter of fact, I donโ€™t share...

My last memory was that of surviving a deadly Nazi airstrike. My head was groggy, still ringing from the shrapnel blast. I thank whatever god is out there that my helmet managed to deflect the hit. Shaking of the sensation, I got up on my...

Have you ever felt wanted, but by something you seriously did not want to be desired by? Perhaps someone is attracted to you, and you canโ€™t get them to acknowledge your lack of interest. Maybe thereโ€™s someone at work that you donโ€™t care for,...

The Harbinger always went for the freaks. They were its favorite. It wanted ones that would fight back, and ones that wouldnโ€™t be afraid at first; or, even better, ones that believed they could win. Those rare humans with bravado and confidence so great that...

You hear a lot of stories when you work in a truck shop. Sometimes itโ€™s your fellow mechanics. They talk about that idiot driver who rolled in with half his brake chambers just dangling from their airlines, or the time they started a truck that...

The moment I stepped out of my house, I knew I had made a mistake. I could hear my mother crying on the other side of my front door, and the frigid air that filled the cold, October night felt particularly painful on my exposed...