Camp Royaneh, the Boy Scout camp where I work has been around for many years. 86 years to be precise. However, what people often forget is, prior to becoming a Boy Scout camp, this place was the Watson Ranch, and before that it was controlled...

I think I can remember how it started; faintly, but I can. When I was surfing the web looking for some creepy, interesting lore; when I found a really fascinating volume consisting of the being titled "Slenderman." I loved the idea. I loved everything about...

Upon the cloudy night he did come, The Slender-Man hunts for his prey. Alone, a walker roams the forest he does, and within seconds, gone they are away. The detectives they hunt for clues of the events of what did partake that night. Though nothing could be found at the scene...

Why do you continue to seek me out? You cannot find me if I do not will it. I am the nightโ€ฆ and yet, you know I am here. I see you, shivering as I cross the room. You twitch when I slip under your...

"Come here and try this with us!" You awake to your friends gathered around the coffee table in front of you. That's rightโ€ฆ You had a small party while your parents were out of town for the weekend. Well, if you could call it that. Only...

Rain tapped at the windows, and wind howled outside. The weather was crappy for summer, but Lisette couldn't be happier. Curled up with a book and steaming mug of tea, the fifteen-year-old girl quietly read and sipped contentedly, occasionally glancing to see the unbroken, glossy...

Freddy Krueger only stalks the victims that fear him, right? He plays with their dreams and gets into the deepest and darkest parts of their subconscious minds, right? That kind of stuff only happens in movies, right? Wrong. Even talking about what happened last month...

Imagine this. A city, built into a monolithic cavern, in an almost endless desert. A bright, beautiful city, alive with markets, streets, lights, and people. Imagine, a modern day Rome, a Rome built in the Earth. This city, the inhabitants called โ€œCairn,โ€ referring to the...

As youโ€™re eating dinner, watching reruns on TV, theyโ€™re watching. As you sit on your computer late at night, theyโ€™re watching. When you walk from your bedroom to the bathroom late at night, you can be certain that theyโ€™re watching. They watch everything you do. They listen to...

Dear Reader, Iโ€™d like to start off by saying that I donโ€™t have a clue why Iโ€™m writing this letter. Maybe I want this thing to be known to the world, or something. The events described in this letter happened about a month and a half...

Youโ€™d be surprised at how certain things trigger these subconscious responses from deep inside you. Involuntary cues that bubble to the surface whenever that certain thing strikes that precise note. For me it was the creak of that damn door. Itโ€™d drive me insane, and...