Author's Note: This story is a part of the By the Fire's Light series. Part One: By The Fire's Light Part Two: The Wanderer of Blazes Detective Carl Rourke pushed his chair back from his desk and rubbed his eyes.  The book he had been reading fell on...

In mid-July of 1991, when Sam was six years old, he was holding his mother’s hand as they walked barefoot across the baking hot asphalt of the neighborhood pool’s parking lot. He had his other arm through the hole of his inflatable black inner tube,...

I love jigsaw puzzles. So when I found one on my phone that allowed me to make any size puzzle I want with a snap of a picture I was hooked. I started by taking pictures of random shots in my room, clicked “cut” then...

I’ve always been a night person. Even as a small child, I can still remember my stepmother affectionately referring to me as ‘her little night owl’ when she’d wake up to use the bathroom and find light pouring out from beneath my doorframe. This natural tendency...

Dr. Ellen Kennedy was just locking up her office for the evening when her phone began to ring. She paused at the door. It had been a long and grueling day and a ringing phone this late did not bode well. She sighed. While it...

[The recording starts to play.] “My name is Annabelle, and I am fourteen years old. It was about a month ago that I started acting “strangely”, according to my father. Of course, I don’t remember a bit of it. “The first time it happened, I did something...

I met Alex in middle school.  He was always really shy.  He usually sat by himself, at least a seat away from anyone else.  After a few days of class I decided to sit by him.  He looked discouraged, it seemed he had forgotten his...

Harold had never been what most would call a responsible or reliable man. He meant well, he just made bad decisions. Between whiskey and poor choices in women, he had burned the first thirty years of his life away. But it all probably seemed like...

I always knew there was something wrong with my beloved grandmother. It started when she began rambling about a 'creature.' "It follows me," she would whisper. Her grey skin would become infinitely grayer. "It talks to me," Her pupils dilated. So, as any loving family would have done we assumed...

I’ve been thinking of him-er-her (it?) for the past week. I haven’t been able to sleep. I’ve barely eaten anything. I quit my job. Or stopped going to work is more like it. I assume I’m no longer employed there. My eyes are sunken in....

I was always known as the weird girl; the one with no friends, strict parents, and strange habits. I was an outcast in part because I ate hot sauce sandwiches and sleepwalked. School days were long and torturous. There was nothing good about middle school....

“I gotta tell you, Connor, this is one amazing story,” Kurt said, plopping down on the couch next to him. “You've got me believing in the boogie man again. I actually checked under my bed last night.” Connor laughed, taking the manuscript back. “Well it did...

We are all too familiar with creepy basements.  We all know the feeling you get when you turn the lights off before running up the stairs, praying nothing will grab your ankle before the last step.  As children, we would dread trips to the cellar,...

A man named Marty Foster was walking. He wasn’t quite sure where to; hadn’t been for some time. He had found that it was shockingly easy to lose his way in a world that only spun in one direction. Sooner or later he always wound...