The sting was barely noticeable to Thomas Lee Hart, even the fact that he didn’t care at all for needles was no bother to him at this point. His mind was elsewhere. He laid on his back strapped to a bed that was more like a gurney or maybe even […]
The ground was dry and covered in fallen pine needles, rotting away back into the earth from which they came. The smell of moss and pine was thick, engulfing Cliffs nostrils, it was not a discomforting scent, rather sweet, but there was something more.. and it was discomforting, unwelcoming and
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“What in God’s name….” Everett exclaimed as he looked down by his feet. Another dead animal. The fifth one in two days and in the exact same spot as the one before. “Who keeps doing this shit? I swear, you move miles outside of any town and people seem to
“Inspired by a true event a friend once told me…” When you hear stories of things that go bump into the night. You get that cold shiver that goes down your spine. The feeling that someone.. Or something watching you. What you also get is that tiny hit of energy
I’ve always been a creature of the city. The cold, hard streets. The tall, luminous sky-scrapers. And the people. All self-absorbed in their own little stories to be concerned with person next to them on the subway, or the person they just rammed into trying to get where they needed
It’s 3am and I still can’t sleep. Actually, I haven’t been able to relax at all since we got back from our camping trip. My mom keeps telling me that I’m still in shock from everything that happened, but I disagree. Don’t get me wrong, I gag every time I
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So, I’ve been on the road a lot lately. I feel like road trips are the perfect time to wind down and release a lot of pent up stress. I myself go on road trips when my job becomes so stressful that I want to quit, when family members pass
Jack Mckay huddled in the cold midnight street with a pale green sleeping bag encasing his lower half. Spindled trails of light reflected off the gleaming roads from damp lampposts. But the cold wasn’t what gave Jack his nightly jitters—not by a long shot. The small flame bewitched his green
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Thomas sat in the courtroom, wringing his hands anxiously. His eyes darted from the judge, to the jury, to his father. He hated his father. He needed to be thrown in prison. It’s where he belongs. Where he’s always belonged. They called Thomas up to his place as a witness.
I open my eyes and try to move. I notice that my arms are cuffed to a stainless steel wall, my legs are free. I look around and notice a man lying face down on a gurney on the other side of the room. His hands and feet bound by
During that uncanny hour when night and day become one, shadows crawl throughout the house searching for scraps of light to feast upon. The candle burning at my side casts a luminous dish upon my withered face- a feast to commemorate the splitting of this world. Where once my thoughts
Fwd: Fwd: Dangerous Cover-up T, Think this one bears serious inspection. As usual, recommend we keep the specifics encrypted until we can verify and devise a best course of action. Don’t want to start a panic. – N. ———— Dear ‘N’, Thank you for getting back to me. You have
I have always wondered what it would be like to stare evil eye to eye as equals. To sit across a table from and break bread with it. This lifelong desire was satisfied some days ago, and the whole experience has left me rather shaken. In an attempt to impose
The sun dipped under the hills of the Nevada desert, illuminating the hot sands and my even hotter car in a distinct orange glow. Wind rushed in to the stolen car due to the laid down convertible top, my wife, well, for all intents and purposes, ex-wife, always had
Cooper’s eyes slowly opened, but his surroundings remained blurred as his vision began to focus. The afternoon sunlight was partially blocked by thick canvas curtains, causing a sickly yellow light to fill the room. Almost immediately, a jolt of pain throbbed on the back of his head. After a few
Hershel King had been driving a big rig since the age of eighteen and that was nearly thirty years ago. He liked to tell people that he didn’t know how to do anything else but anyone that knew him worth a damn saw right through that. The truth was he
The scene was the Savant Club in the last years of the 19th century. Despite the extreme lateness of the hour, a few of the regulars were gathered there for cards and conversation. The latter turned, as it often did, to the uncanny. “H’m,” said Nelson Hayes, one of the
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“Have a good night, Mrs. Moore!” The car service dropped me off at precisely six o’clock in the evening. Making my way to the front door with well-practiced skill, I expertly slid the key home, flicked the lock, and stepped into my cozy front hallway. I hung my coat in
Fang of the Mountain A foray into Horror by Stormy Strider There are things in this world, dark things. Things that the mind cannot fully process, and so it blocks it out, or fills in the gaps. Things that terrify us to our deepest foundations. These things are the
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In Darkness She Lives Marquise Williams BANG!! The dark alley flashed with gunfire. A large, cleft-lipped man wearing a flat cap loomed over Klara, aiming a shaky .357 at her head. “Thought you could kill me, eh?” he snarled. “You fuck!” With teeth bared like a rabid wolf, he
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On certain quiet nights under the watchful gaze of a full moon, one could hear surreptitious moans, half manlike and half swine, in the dead air of Barangay Kampigan in the hill regions of Buena Vista near the border to Inabanga, both townships in the province of Bohol. It is
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It was a very hot Floridian day in August, almost unbearably hot. That was the day when my family and I bought a new house. I wanted nothing more than to go back to New Jersey. My friends, my family, my school, and my life were all up there. Never
“You sure you want to go in there alone?” The warden was an uncompromisingly beefy man who drank, smoked, and just wanted to survive until retirement. He ran a tight, clean ship and, for his efforts, he was rewarded with the pleasure of guarding the vilest of abusers. His charges
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Amreen Siddique is a 23-year-old Business Analyst at Cactus Infotech Global. She lives as a paying guest in a 4-bedroom bungalow house in Andheri, Mumbai. She shares the house with three other girls. As Diwali approached around the corner, her roommates left the house and went to stay with their
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