I opened the front door of the old house where I grew up and felt the odd aroma of dust rush into my nose. The first step I take makes a rickety board beneath me creak eerily. I make my way towards the stairs and begin to walk up them. […]
You’re lying in bed fast asleep, until you hear a knock at your window. You wake up, contemplating on whether or not the sound was just your imagination, until you hear it again. Confused, you blankly stare at your window, wondering how the hell anyone could reach the second floor
Outside, the night air breathes, shaking the tree branches and making you so much gladder that you were inside, snuggled up on the couch. You had just changed the channel, from cartoons to the news so you could know the weather for tomorrow; instead of the weather, you were greeted
No one knows where they came from. Or if anyone did they have no way of letting people know now. The ‘war’ was over in a matter of weeks. Skin Walkers we called them. They looked for every intent and purpose like people, but if you got a chance to
The following excerpt is from the personal journal of Walter Harris Junior collected after his disappearance which took place on June 7th, 1946. This documentation is only for the personal witness, study and possession of Walter’s parents, Los Angele’s local law enforcement and the Federal Bureau of Investigations. 6-6-46 To
The room was dark and empty, a spare room that I hadn’t had the chance to do anything with. The electricity had gone out sometime earlier that night, so I had no way to tell time and no source of light except for the flashlight in my hand, my lighter,
I was walking alone. No one to talk to, and I could care less. My mind has been running wild since the start of this year (which it’s now fall, in case you were wondering), and to be honest my sanity and personality have lost their roots. And they’ve began
My name is David Nelson, I am a bounty hunter. But not human bounty, no. I hunt something much less predictable. I hunt animals, ones that have attacked people, I track them down and either capture them or kill them. But sometimes people pay me to hunt things that aren’t
“Therefore the force, secrecy and power, in what manner the sacred names of spirits are truly and rightly found out, consisteth in the disposing of the vowels, which do make the name of a spirit, and wherewith is constituted the true name and right word.” -HENRY CORNELIUS AGRIPPA The Divide
Darkness, though not complete darkness, surrounds you. A full moon shines through the treetops and slightly illuminates the fog surrounding you. The flashlight you were holding has flickered out. You look around frantically, fear swarming your insides. Surely someone would have noticed you missing from the campsite. All the bravery
Perhaps you remember it. Perhaps you don’t. Either way it doesn’t matter. After all, I do. In the winter of 2011-12 there was a string of people who disappeared without a trace on Newfoundland Island. They all lived in remote groups of about 20 people, barely qualifying as villages. They
You know, Mom, I remember now how it all started. It was right after moving to the new house. How old was I? Four, maybe five? I was so young. So innocent. So unsuspecting. The new house was beautiful, Mom. Do you remember how I used to run from room
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Fortapt Sjel.. my.. my name is.. Fortapt Sjel.. Ahhrg this pain, the never ending pain, like somebody has a grip on the inside of my head.. like a hand is resting on my brain.. from.. the darkest corners of Altimahtei he.. uhh I will explain whats happened, my story, my
Sometimes as adults, we remember the days when we used to go out and have adventures. More than going out to eat at 3 in the morning. More than sneaking into our lovers bedroom after words against her parents will. But the cave exploring adventures. Trespassing near that little cottage
October evenings usually seem bleak and desolate by themselves. However, this one seems a bit greyer than usual. The outside world is a step beyond hopeless and I’m afraid I might know why. The last few days have been ominous. The dark, grey presence has gotten to me and I’ve
Despite the frost on the windows or the biting chill in the air, Ethan still refused to adorn his heavy coat. After minutes of attempted persuasion I gave up, deeming it useless to try and convince someone so stubborn as Ethan to do anything he didn’t want. Driving down the
I was running. It was such a normal day. Where was she? I took my seat and pulled out my book. No way would I make it out of here. The teacher droned on and I let my eyes close as her voice faded into background noise. The forest will
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“Lucy said I wouldn’t even make it to the front door,” I mumbled as I retrieved my sleeping bag and flashlight from the back seat of my car. “Well I’m here now, I’ll stay here ‘til morning, and I’ll be at her house bright and early to pick up my
This is a story about something that happened to me a few years back. I haven’t told many people, and those who I did tell dismissed me out of hand. So now I come to you, the internet. Sure, most of the people who read this account won’t believe me.
“It’s time to sleep now, Justin. Seriously. You’re getting too old for this.” My father stated, while slipping the covers underneath the edges of my body, to keep me snug in place as he tucked me in. “You’re almost eight years old. You know the difference between what’s real and
It was a lovely fall afternoon with leaves crisp and fiery and nary a cloud in the sky. The sun shone gloriously in the deep cyan ether giving off the perfect amount of heat, the kind where you can wear shorts comfortably without that unsettling chill on your legs but
It was not a dark and stormy night. In fact, it was the opposite. It was clear, calm, and unseasonably warm for late October. The sky was full of cheerily twinkling stars, and well-light by an almost full moon. The night had an air of wholesomeness, as if nothing could
I just got my computer privileges back. I can’t tell you how long I’ve been without it, but it’s amazing to have my laptop back. You might think I’m some young fuck who’s gonna tell you how much my life sucks because mommy took the computer away cause I did
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The first night I’d ever snuck out was a sultry night, one without the slightest of breezes. It was in the peak of summer, right in the middle of one of my last summer vacations as a high schooler. In the fall, I would be returning as a senior. You
