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Deaths, Murders, and Disappearances

My New Neighbor Might Be Satan

My New Neighbor Might Be Satan

For as far back as I can remember, my family has always lived in and around Innsbrook. This peaceful little suburb outside of Richmond has a lot of history and charm. With a population of less than 10,000, this is a place where you are only a degree or two

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I've been dreaming things I shouldn't

I’ve been dreaming things I shouldn’t

Dreams are a wholly different experience depending on who you ask. Some claim to have bizarre and vivid experiences every night; others say they don’t dream at all. If you were to ask me, I’d say it’s not so black-and-white. That, I’m somewhere between the two extremes – though I

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We found an abandoned structure in the middle of the wilderness. I wish we hadn't.

We found an abandoned structure in the middle of the wilderness. I wish we hadn’t.

Just outside of the town I live in, there is a massive densely wooded park that is largely forgotten. It’s not that people don’t know it is there, but it’s simply more of an afterthought. It’s not ideal for hiking, it doesn’t have any kid-friendly play areas, or even a

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Close your eyes cover your ears

Close Your Eyes, Cover Your Ears.

Scientists theorize that if the brain experiences something extremely traumatizing, it is biologically hardwired to forget it. I can prove, through my own experiences, the invalidity of this claim. On September 22, 1998, my parents threw me my eighth birthday party. That was 16 years ago, but I can still

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A hunters feast

A Hunter’s Feast

Every fourth Thursday in November, families across the country gather together in celebration of the love and appreciation they feel for one another. This of course takes place over a delicious Thanksgiving feast of turkey, yams, dressings, and pies! At least that’s the Hallmark definition, but most of us just

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My grandfather contacted me from the afterlife. It’s not what you think.

My grandfather contacted me from the afterlife. It’s not what you think.

I was close to my pops and it hit me hard when he passed. I want to say this before I go any further. He was always good to me and I only have the fondest memories of our time together. Days in the park, playing catch, fishing trips…You know

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Halloween on carpenter drive

Halloween on Carpenter Drive

“Stephen, I noticed you haven’t put out any Halloween decorations this year,” said Eve, my nosy neighbor and head of our townhome association. I was in a rush and didn’t want to get into it with her. “Yes, I’m well aware, Eve. We’re working on it,” I replied, trying to

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Play stupid games win stupid prizes

Play Stupid Games, Win Stupid Prizes

My friends and I have always been pranksters. Our four-man group is comprised of Ricky, Danny, Taika, and myself. This story is about the consequences of our actions. Occasionally, we tend to go a little too far. A prank is a form of affection in our eyes. We never hold

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The unanswered doorbell a halloween nightmare

The Unanswered Doorbell: A Halloween Nightmare

The sound of the doorbell echoed through my empty house like a banshee’s wail. It was Halloween night, and I was alone. Not by choice, but because it was my ex’s turn to take our kids, Lily and Ben, trick-or-treating. The custody agreement was part of the divorce proceedings. Though

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We found God and now she's stealing our breath

We found God and now she’s stealing our breath

We were just some dumb seniors in high school when we found it. A rowdy bunch who barely paid attention in class and spent most of the time just drinking. It was just us; Jonathan, Mason and Enzo, the hick kids as we were called. On weekends we would go

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My Garbage Man Is Blackmailing Me I Can’t Take This Anymore.

My Garbage Man Is Blackmailing Me. I Can’t Take This Anymore.

Millennials are a generation who were raised by television, and I’m no exception. TV shows make everything look easy. Bob Ross could teach you to paint a landscape in a half hour. Julia Child turned the most hapless homemaker into a French chef. Joey Tribbiani, despite his rather simple mind,

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The hunter and the hierophant

The hunter and the hierophant

“I think it is the evening I like best, when the candles are burning low, and the last worshipers begin to pack up and leave for the night. When the birds are still singing in the trees, and the sun has begun its final descent, that is when I feel

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A bloodless hunt

A Bloodless Hunt

Charlie Marsh entered his apartment, reviewing the target’s details given by his anonymous employer. Someone put out a hit for the serial killer named Jamie Martin. Charlie gazed at the picture, committing it to memory, a man with dark brown hair, a pale complexion, brown eyes, and a thin body

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I work as a paralegal for a well known religious advocacy group. Something is wrong with the new girl

I work as a paralegal for a well known religious advocacy group. Something is wrong with the new girl.

Have you ever felt someone is trying to blend in a little too much? She first spoke to me when I was riding a bus to work. She was beautiful — tall, fit, late twenties, a pair of beautiful cross shaped earrings, an ankle length white skirt split on the

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Lawrence Clement and the Ferguson Room

Lawrence Clement and the Ferguson Room

The following has been pieced together from primary and secondary sources found across Los Angeles County and elsewhere in California: Lawrence Clement (1870 – 1913) was a second-generation immigrant of France to the United States, and the subject of a rather interesting tale about photography. He was the quintessential underappreciated

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