Author’s Note: This story was inspired, along with my fears of creepy old houses, by a very nice person by the name of ShadowScribe who posted a prompt in the prompt section, containing a creature that they thought might be cool (and frankly, YES! It...

I would often wander around the lake during the night. It was so silent there; I would just sit at the base of the water and listen to the nothingness that surrounded me. My mind would drift into peaceful thoughts those nights, and I never...

β€œHey slow the hell down, would ya!?” I shouted at my friend as he sprinted past the encroaching tress that surrounded us. We’d been walking for about half an hour and I think he was starting to get impatient. He practically had to drag me...

They had found the Voyager probes and decoded the messages inside. Their great silver ships filled the sky, scudding through the atmosphere like shiny storm clouds. All planes that approached them, no matter from what nation, were shot down. They called themselves the Arbiters. Their demands...

"A graveyard’s cross stood before a hobo. Clouds were gathering in the skies, enveloping the moon – the last source of light in this ominous hour. Maple leaves, red and yellow as seen in the daylight, but all black in the gloom of night, were...

"What's this?" Pamela asked, running her hands over the verdant green cloth. Β Whatever it covered stood a nearly a foot taller than her. Β It was roughly rectangular shaped and she could feel what felt like molded metal underneath her fingers. "An old family heirloom," Shauna answered....

I grew up listening to all sorts of scary stories from my parents, and my grandparents, but I never really believed in anything supernatural firmly. This was, though, till one particular night when I was fifteen. My grandmother lived with us and it had been around...

I woke up in a room that was all too familiar. β€œI’m having the dream again," I thought to myself, the same dream I’d been having for weeks before that. Each time I had it it, I was filled with the same sense of terror. I was...

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Unless you wish to experience endless nights without sleep, the painful insomnia sent from the devil himself, don't look. If you're one of those lucky enough to fall asleep after such an experience as mine, then you'll realize it soon. You'll soon...

When we are speaking of the supernatural, of the disturbing, of the grotesquely weird and disgusting, we consider only the monsters themselves. We see the twitching limbs and sharp teeth, the death and the despair, and the heart-stopping terror of the moment of death. We...

My brother and I were always the best of friends. We were only a year apart, with him being older, and we spent nearly all of our time together. We grew up in a house pretty far from the rest of the town so...

October 31st 1691 β€˜β€™Hurry,’’ Deliverance whispered, her voice softer than the light breeze which tousled her lank grey hair. β€˜β€™Bury it, child, bury it deep.’’ Tucking a wayward strand of raven hair behind her ear, Abigail continued scooping up handfuls of soil and tossing them into the...

Nature is said to be the holder of true beauty, there are people who swear by this and believe it so foolhardily. I believed this too for a time, I never knew of what was truly waiting for all of us in the places...

My name is not Xin, but that is what you can call me. Everything I am about to tell you is completely true. I believe I was born in the early 90's. β€œBelieve” is the right word in...

β€œOh, Loki. Stop.” Jamie batted the fluffy tail out of her face. It tickled her. The cat lazily glanced back at her from his spot on the counter and flicked his tail in her direction once more. Jamie rolled her eyes and got up from her...

It is on a cold November night that I wander into the cafΓ©, exhausted, but unable to sleep. My hands are shaking as I pass my change to the bored cashier. Of course, I manage to fumble about half of it on the floor. My...

Margaret Owen stared out into the distance from her quiet Vermont ranch, taking a break from attending to the oddly large quantity of dishes left in the sink. She never quite considered how the sink managed to be full by every evening, considering her husband...

β€œI don’t want to move away.” The words hang in the air between them, like dust, slow and stuffy. β€œI don’t want you to move away either,” says Toby. They’re both sitting cross-legged on the hardwood floor of his bedroom, facing each other. Matthew pokes at a...