“The only thing we have to fear is fear itself…”-Franklin D. Roosevelt In the state of Illinois, there is a small village called Xenia. The U.S. Census Bureau states that there are 407 people living within the town limits as of 1999. On April 26th,I was driving up from Texas […]
During the second world war many families in Berlin where confined to shelters for days, sometimes weeks while outside air raids flew overhead. Many of the children, who were supposed to be at school making friends, where instead put under great stress. However during this time, the english government, in
-Log 45- 9:45:34 AM I walked into the Lab today and started to work on prototype 6A. For some reason this prototype specifically has trouble syncing with the rubber latex face place upon it and earlier yesterday seemed to be slightly short circuiting. This damn material is so fucking hard
Tormented When will this soul be put to rest? How long must I sit Writing my will in these coded ways? Forcing these walls to bare my misery. A little girl lies sleeping in her bed. No more than 7 is this girl, who rests though the sun has greeted
My name is often whispered, my memory abhorred, My touch brings out the blisters, my skin is cracked and torn. My eyes are small and heartless, just circles black as soot. They blend into the darkness, for fear I’d wake you up. I lurk beneath the shadows, forever out of
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“Oh thank you so much for coming at a late notice,” the woman said as soon as she answered the door. “No problem, miss. It’s my job. What can I do for you?” I replied naturally with a smile. “Well my sink’s been acting up lately. I’ve tried fixing it
Witness a man in his late twenties, all alone in a two-story house on All Hallows Eve. The trick-or-treaters have long since gone, and now it’s time for him to relax with a mug of warm milk, and watch a horror film. As he sits in a comfortable chair in
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Daddy calls me his princess. I feel like one too, especially when I’m wearing one of my princess crowns. My Daddy makes them for me. He’s an artist, you see. Every once in a while, Daddy says he has a present for me. It’s a box, usually wrapped in pretty
Alright, so, I’ve read some of the things on this site and from what I’ve gathered, all of it is simply here to scare, and most of it is based off of the paranormal. But the story I’m sharing with you is not made up. It’s not exactly scary as
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As I walked into my local library, I felt at peace. Some people are addicted to heroin; I am addicted to literature. I love the way libraries are so organized, not only are books separated by genre but are also placed in alphabetical order. Beyond the placements of books the
Light blinds my eyes after what seemed to be a century of darkness. I stood on an unfamiliar highway. I had no idea where I was or how I got there, but I was there now. A man stood in front of me, dressed in a collared shirt and khaki
I can’t remember the last time I felt normal. I constantly move through life wondering exactly what it is that I’m missing in my genetic code that separates me so much from the other people around me. I continue to live my own life, and be myself, but sometimes that
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“Thou Shalt Love Thy Demon, For He Hath Damned Thineself To The Soul of Thee. Waste Not This Gift of Sacrifice, And Purge In The Flames of Mercy.” The corridors of the hotel still had the smell of laundry detergent and disinfectant. This smell, however, was obscured greatly by the
This is not a story of some roadside ghost that causes accidents, a creepy episode of a famous TV show, The disappearance of an entire town, or anything of the sort. This is the story of me, a seemingly normal citizen that leads a seemingly normal life. I live in
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I was seventeen when she came. I’d been living with my abusive mother for seventeen long, painful years. It was around midnight, and my mother was already asleep, so when the three soft raps at the front door came it was me who answered. An odd looking little girl stood
A soldier. That’s all. “What are you slowing down for, Bloomfield?” Boot camp was nothing. You breezed through it. Not too well, but not too shabby. The war’s on. That’s all your parents talked about when you went home. Gonna be a big war hero. Someday. Someday. It’s been three
My father once told me when I was little that the easiest way to trap a raccoon was to put a shiny object in a Pringles can. At first it puzzled me, how would that trap a coon? Honestly I was too young to understand. But he explained to me.
I can’t even begin to explain on how glad I am to be moving from the country; however I cannot say the same for Jay. We were both 13 and we considered ourselves explorers, but that was our downfall. I had lived in the country for about two months in
It is so dark in here, so dreadfully dark. I have come to hate this darkness for it comes much too frequently. My body is still, as if numbed. The motion I can sense, as I am being carried away, is quick paced and very rough. Where I am is
Dear Person of Interest, You most likely do not know me, but I on the other hand, know you too well. It has come to my understanding that you are of a very dangerous type of individual. I know that you spend the faceless part of your life, taking the
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I once had a great friend by the name of Johnny. He was the type of guy who could cheer the air wherever he went. A very laid back fellow, the kind that could come up with a joke for any situation. He was a bit of a slob, but
I watched, unable to muster the courage to jump in after her, as my sister fell down the cliff edge. My voice was hoarse from shouting her name and I saw that her body was submerged in the water. I was screaming for help, for anyone to come and make
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I wasn’t like other children growing up. I didn’t like talking to those smelly things in Kindergarten and I never participated in their silly games. But I had my own games to play and oh! What fun games they were! For example, a little girl once asked to borrow my
Last week, when I was working my shift at the local museum, something happened to me. Something that can only be described as an unspeakable horror. I will try and recount it to the best of my ability, although I already feel the shackles of suppression pulling on the memory,
