There’s a strange face in the woods outside my window. Mum and Dad won’t listen though. It stares and stares… Little brother hates hearing it about it. He thinks it is meant to scare him, the story about the man with no face. The face watches...

It was getting dark, fast. I needed to get home soon, otherwise I would be stuck traveling the back-roads by the light of a quarter-moon. I quickened my pace in an effort to make it in time. I wasn't going fast enough, the little light...

“Would you just do it already? Man, I didn’t know you were such a pansy,” Shayne said shaking his head, looking away. “What do you think is going to happen? It’s going to be fine.” “But Shayne,” his little brother, Josh, protested, “I heard you tell...

If you want to understand why I left the place I was at, you're really just going to have to hear the entire story. You won't believe it, of course. But your skepticism means nothing. Because what I saw that night on the bayou has...

One time in my childhood, my family and I visited my father's hometown. It was a very tiring trip to the north, lasting for almost half a day. We arrived at my grandmother's place in the afternoon. All were tired and everyone started to rest. I...

The thin ones, the Impervious, were watching. I would never be safe from them. They were there, they were always there. The warped, the dead, the undead, whatever the fuck they were.  They had been there for as long as I could possibly remember. Before I...

People always joked there was something unnatural about him, something inhuman. They joked about it often, referencing his otherworldly battling skills and silent demeanor. They didn’t know how right they were. The first thing anyone noticed about Red was his eyes—or, at least, the fact that it...

When you move into a new house, you always feel slightly uneasy, don't you? It's not really your house yet, a stranger's house filled with your things. And during those first few weeks, you feel like you're intruding into someone else's personal space. Well, you are. You...

Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Bartholomew Jackson and I desperately need to get this story out by any means necessary. Your belief on the matter that follows is not required, but I would indeed appreciate it if you were to bear with...

Seven feet tall. Skin gray and pallid. Eyes of pure black. Breath fetid and rotting. The smell of decay upon its lips. Wings, paper-thin and laced with veins. Blood of putrid green. That’s how I’ve always imagined it. That’s how I see it still; that unnamable, unseen...

As a little girl growing up, my parents always tried to protect me by telling me legends and tales. My city is pretty notorious for strange behavior or paranormal happenings that have been occurring since the 1900s. One old tale that stands out most in...

I hope someone discovers this. I write to no one in particular, in hopes that this can be read by all.  I write this with the intention of giving a warning- straightforward, concise, and blatant in meaning. Perhaps an explanation is due.  I’ll try to keep...

Boxes. Boxes everywhere. Stacked on top of each other, scattered messily around the warehouse and some were torn open as if a child had been rummaging through them. The boxes held nothing of interest, at least not to the particular child who had been searching...