The house was unbearably still. Not even a bug dared to move in the dust that covered the old oak floor, for even they were terrified of what crept in the dark corners. Mel knew it was a bad idea coming here from the start. Not even the sun in […]
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Does the story remind you of the two gravediggers who open a grave to get the ring of the dead and while they cut her finger, she opens her eyes, anything but dead? If so, then you will be surprised to hear that this is a true story. If your
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Usually, I start these stories off with some kind of message about police work. But today, all I have for you is this. Life is a bastard. It was a rainy October evening and I had recently moved into my department’s homicide division after a long hiatus. It was a
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“Have you come to relieve your burden unto the Lord?”, asked the elder priest from behind the blind of the confession booth. Silence hung to answer the offer. The elder priest, rather than immediately persist, decided to let him take his time; for in the last seventeen-and-a-half years he’d been
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I have been a 911 dispatcher for about three years now. I don’t know how my life eventually led me to work in this field, but somehow it happened. As you can probably imagine, it is not the best job to have. The pay is not good at all, and
If I timed the 911 call just right, the paramedics could revive me before I kicked the bucket for good. At least, that was the hope. Any number of things could go wrong, especially when it came to asphyxiation. I didn’t want to die, per se; I just needed a
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Times are tough. I need to leave this place and start somewhere new. People are beginning to look in my direction and I can’t have that. I need to get out before they start putting the dots together. The police were at my door today, asking questions. I think they
My partner and I were called out as part of an investigative team, regarding a cruise liner that had struck rocks and capsized the night before. The people that did make it to the life rafts had abandoned the ship too early out of fear, and the sea tossed the
The head of yet another six-inch nail is forced crudely into the hard flesh of what feels like the millionth wooden plank, its end contorted by the panicked blow it had been dealt by my shaking hands. There must have been about forty or fifty wooden boards covering every possible
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I sat against the red and brown brick wall outside the police station, knees tucked into my chest. My heavy breaths clouded in front of me as the cold winter air bit at my skin, making my fingers numb, but I didn’t care. The cold air provided me with the
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“Can I tell you a story Boss?” The kindly old man that I knew as Harvey Abberline had asked me in a distant and almost wistful tone in that distinct foreign accent of his that I guessed was from somewhere in the United Kingdom on the very last day he
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Not many people take me seriously. I get it. Someone with a traumatic past, like mine, must be nuts, right? But, I know what I’ve seen. I know all too well. You see, I’m a Bigfoot hunter. But, I don’t like calling it that. First, there is more than one
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Winona Worlds was the girl everyone wanted to be. She had it all. Fantastic grades, excellent painting skills, great looks, popularity, and the most loving boyfriend one can have. Girls and boys envied her equally. Everyday, she’d sashay down the halls, silently boasting about herself. She’d arrive in denim mini-skirts
I am a retired Private Investigator turned Real Crime Blogger. I have been receiving anonymous manuscripts in the mail detailing heinous acts of appalling psychopathy. For reasons concerning my work and this situation, I don’t want to give you my true identity. You can refer to me as Mr. S.
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My Mother has been acting strange lately after coming home from meeting her friends. She’s no longer been her bright cheery self. She sits in her chair crouched in a fetal position with deep sadness carved into her face. If she’s ever walking, she’s pacing slowly and shifting her weight
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My mother always said that my inability to ask for help would be the death of me. So when I was jumped and stabbed one night, it wasn’t a surprise that I never went to a hospital. I remember that night very clearly. I was going to a movie theater,
Our town wasn’t always like this, deserted and barren. At one point it was actually considered to be flourishing, with a steady stream of income for people of all ages and multiple venues of entertainment which seemed to have a little bit of something for everyone. The heart of our
I am a retired Private Investigator turned Real Crime Blogger. I have been receiving anonymous manuscripts in the mail detailing heinous acts of appalling psychopathy. For reasons concerning my work and this situation, I don’t want to give you my true identity. You can refer to me as Mr S.
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I guess the story starts about a year ago. Charlotte and I had just moved into an apartment in the city. It was smaller than our condo, but much, much closer to both of our workplaces. We’d fallen in love with the place almost the moment after we set eyes
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I’m not a violent person. I never have been. I know that may sound strange given the current circumstances, but you have to believe me when I tell you that I actually try to avoid confrontation as much as possible. I’ve always been sort of timid, almost to a fault.
Gotta be honest. I think the worst day I’ve had all year was the day the voice in my head told me to keep running. I’m not schizophrenic or anything, I mean it in a more gut feeling sense. The day it screamed at me to keep going, to sprint
I was done. This time I meant it. There were several times in my life where I found myself considering it, contemplating taking my trip to the other side. The last time I had called the suicide hotline, and eventually decided to give life one more try. Not this time.
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My name is Clyde, and I’m a local near Salt Lake City, Utah. Ted Bundy is a well-known legend here in Northern Utah, as many of his murders occurred in or around Salt Lake. Regretfully, I had the bright idea of spending the night at the property where he is
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Eric woke up with the dawn as he always did. The sun rose over the lake his house was on the shore of, it never failed to wake him up as the beams of light burned away the mist and warmed his bedroom. Today was going to be a good
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