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dont knock on wood

DON’T KNOCK ON WOOD

Don’t knock on wood. Ever again. I know that sounds crazy. But trust me. It’s not worth it. It’s not worth it because you might not be ready for what you’re inviting into your life… I definitely wasn’t. About a month ago, I packed up what few possessions I owned

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shards

Shards

Have you ever heard of urban spelunking, or maybe urban exploration? It’s really awesome, like modern day adventuring. You explore cool old buildings that no one has been in forever. It can be kinda like playing an online MMORPG in that you can run into all sorts of danger. Sometimes

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for old times sake

For Old Times Sake

“’sup?” They looked at each other, neither really sure what to say or how to say it. It had been a long time. The whole house felt strange, certainly stranger than it should. It had been maybe five years since he’d set foot inside. Not the longest time but considering

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dont scream

Don’t Scream

Tap tap tap. This is just a coincidence. It’s not like my story came to life…right?  _________________________ A knock on the door radiates through my ears, my brain and thoughts already knowing that it’s Bella. Bella is my best friend from school. My parents are on a date night and

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Red Eyes A Mystery that terrorized a town

Red Eyes: A Mystery that terrorized a town

One – The town of Redding There are some things you should fear. Things that really go bump in the night. Just like there are some stories you should never cast aside as just another scary story. Parents and other adults may assure you that there’s nothing to fear to

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return to northridge

Return To Northridge

This is a sequel to “Village in the Shadows.” Please read that story first here. “How long has it been since you have been here?” Father Richard asked. Father Mathew barley heard his mentors words. His mind was a maze of horrors and memories well he traveled down the familiar

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the camelford forsaken

The Camelford Forsaken

1 A couple of years ago, me and my now wife, Anna, decided we needed a short break away in the country to recharge our batteries and enjoy the outdoors. We looked at a lot of places before deciding on the small town of Camelford in Cornwall. We found ourselves

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the sewer under the lighthouse

The Sewer Under The Lighthouse

You were always against moving away from your family and friends. You didn’t want to leave the city, the coast never appealed to you anyway. You didn’t want to move from a place with a population of one hundred thousand to one with a population of five. It didn’t matter,

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the hand that bites

The Hand That Bites

Mark dutifully pulled his car up to the curb and checked his Super ride-share app. Seeing that the address was correct, he yawned as he drew his hand back through the thick tangles of his hair. He had made the mistake of staying up too late and now he was

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I Bought a Strange Guitar; I Think the World Is Ending

I Bought a Strange Guitar; I Think the World Is Ending

At this point, there is little that will make any difference. I can protest that I am a victim, I was always a victim, the same as everybody. But I don’t ask your forgiveness. I’m writing this to tell you how it happened. That won’t matter, either. It’s the only

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seven things in the spanish mans bag

Seven Things in the Spanish Mans Bag

1 November 16, 19987:42pm The sun set as the old Chevy veered along the beaten roads. Over the cliff to the right was what looked like a one-hundred-foot drop, it was nerve racking for the occupants of the blue 1993 Chevy Blazer. But the view was beautiful. The choppy waters

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The Old Railway Station

It’s not the most uncommon thing to find yourself at the receiving end of a horror story in a public gathering. After all, everybody has their ghosts, don’t they? And it’s only natural for them to want to share what haunts them with anybody who might listen. Makes one feel

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sophia

Sophia

Sophia and her family – her mother Lila and her father Johnathan, lived in a little village where the grass carried dew in the mornings and the evenings were bright with the stars and the moon carrying faint rays of light over the fields. She had been nine years old

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black christmas

Black Christmas

It was cold and dark that one wretched morning in the city of dead dreams. Dilapidated buildings, decadent sentries of another time, towered on either side of me as I sped by on my way to the warehouse downtown. An ill-disposed wind howled in every direction; beggars huddled together and

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