It started when I was nine. I had always had an active imagination, making up stories to get attention. One time when I was five I had been playing outside and I ran in and told my dad that a man had pulled up...

I never really liked my sister. I mean, of course I love her, but weโ€™ve never quite gotten along. Itโ€™s more than just that โ€œsister rivalryโ€ thing. Even as I stand here now on her front lawn,...

It was late October when my father told me that I would be going out hunting with him. I was thirteen, and this would be the first time I was allowed to join my father on one of his expeditions. Recently, some of our cows...

I was nine when it happened. I grew up in a small town of about 800 people, along the south side of the Rocky Mountains. Our town was surrounded by forest, and during the summer it was the location for our greatest adventures as children. The...

I got called out to Seal Cove on the coast about a year ago for duty. Small town on the coast, you know how it is. Maybe 700 people, tops. That's including the ones who aren't on paper. They told me I'd have a quiet...

They put up a tall fence covered with black tarp and topped by barbed wire, surrounding Lake Collette at the center of Juniper Valley, so that no one could see what they were doing. Two of the three local cop cars were stationed 24/7 at...

Please visit the Stories from the BlackGuard tag for more of this series! He entered the monorail car with a calmness about him that I could only imagine possessing, sliding smoothly into the red-cushioned booth where I sat and criss-crossing his arms upon the polished oak...

During the summer of 2014, when I had just turned 17, I left my home in a Northern European country to live with a host family and study at a high school in the province of BC in Western Canada. I unfortunately cannot tell you...

I'm a bit of a light sleeper, so any noise at all will wake me up. Itโ€™s part of the reason I live alone. I don't want some roommate waking me up in the middle of the night. But because of that night, I wish...

Deep in the forest a cloaked figure glided past the ancient oak. It traveled silently through the forest searching for something. The setting sun cast long shadows over the trees, further throwing his face into darkness. The only distinguishable feature left by the dying sun...

โ€œHeโ€™s waiting, heโ€™s watching. Heโ€™s biding his time. He stares as your sleeping, itโ€™s just after nine. Youโ€˜re holding your blanket, In comfortable heaven. Heโ€™s sneaking towards you, the clock says eleven. You dream about candy, and chocolate and fun. Heโ€™s nearly beside you, itโ€™s just turning one. You donโ€™t see...

The Night's Hook I am writing this to occupy my mind before its sanity disintegrates by thinking about the horrors lurking outside the window behind me. I suppose this will serve as a warning to any survivors in case they target others as well, for I...