My family was doing pretty well until about a decade ago. My dad developed a bit of a problem with the ponies, a problem that certain businessmen decided needed to be solved with his death. Without his job and with him having bet his life...

"Hell is other people." โ€“Jean Paul Sartre, No Exit Things had gone terribly wrong. I wasn't one to ever really be concerned with historyโ€”I had failed it three times in collegeโ€”but even I knew things had gone terribly wrong. If anyone survived any of this, it...

It was probably nothing, he thought, suppressing a shiver of fear; just next doors cat jumping down from the bureau, or the broom falling over in the kitchen. After all, everybody knows that in the dead of night, even the smallest sound pierces the veil...

Rory Larkin often asked himself why he had decided to visit the house on Baileigh street. Was it an attempt to show everyone that he was fearless and rational enough to discard some silly superstitions that reigned over the hearts and minds of Raspervilleโ€™s townsfolk?...

It took me a month to figure out the pattern- the pattern It was using to kill us off. At first it was Jack, who was found dead, lying face-down and submerged in his own bathtub. His mother had been the one that found him, the...

Pray, for devils have no reason Satan waits to curse your ways Have you seen it in his eyes in the sunset? Have you wondered if he's laughing when he plays? - Kansas, โ€œThe Devil Gameโ€ This is a set of instructions for how to speak with the Devil. Which, as...

It was late October in Brookhurst Wyoming in the year 1965. I was eighteen, and I lived with my sister in an older barn house, on the edge of town. I loved that little town- especially in the fall. The deep oranges, bold yellows, and...

There may be strange details in this story. Not all of them will seem to add up and appear to be significant, but itโ€™s all true. That sort of statement is common with these types of stories, but this time it is meant in absolute...

Several months ago a friend of mine alerted me to a puzzling incident on an inner-city bus. Being a bus driver himself, he had heard many of the usual generic stories that would be exchanged around the depot - muggings, broken windows, the occasional couple...

I donโ€™t know why, but for whatever reason, Iโ€™ve always been naturally sneaky. Without putting any effort into the endeavor, I was always scaring people, or at the very least making them jump. Sometimes even when I approached from the front, people wouldnโ€™t notice me...

The day was August 5th, 1989, the rain pounded onto the beach like gunfire and the lightning arced across the sky in magnificent blue colors. I sat in my tent on the cliff edge, listening to the boom of thunder while holding in my hands...

Alright, it's working. My name is S______ and if you are reading this, then you are probably the police or some mental health professional, investigating my recent actions. Let just apologize in advance for any weird grammar errors, as I'm actually writing this on some...

Most people sleep to rest. I donโ€™t. I sleep to communicate. The person I visit knows things. It knows things about you. It knows things about them. It knows things about everything. When I sleep, I sleep to know. I sleep to know more about everything. I sleep to know about the plan. I sleep...

The first four days Lachlan had been excited. The fifth day, that Friday that he came back from primary school with dirt on his knees, he was not excited. He was euphoric. I was in my office, writing the final formulaic words of another research proposal. โ€œDaaad!โ€ โ€œHey!โ€ โ€œDad!...

Dr. Oswald Meegla walked through the Siren Industries door after showing his ID card to the two brutes outside. He looked at his sheet again: West Wing, Room 6. According to the man who gave him the job, heโ€™d be giving a test subject a...

โ€œThere are winds of destiny that blow when we least expect them. Sometimes they gust with the fury of a hurricane, sometimes they barely fan oneโ€™s cheek. But the winds cannot be denied, bringing as they often do a future that is impossible to ignore.โ€ โ€•...

There are lots of stories made for children who donโ€™t go to bed early, probably bogeymen or monsters under your bed. Youโ€™ve probably outgrown such stories, and might have already found a laugh or two in its retelling. But there are some stories that Iโ€™d...