People have always said that I was good. Not nice, not kind, just good. Like it was just something they told me even before I could talk. People trusted me way too fast. It doesn’t even make sense how fast it happens. They look at me and something just clicks
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“Not everything that is faced can be changed, but nothing can be changed until it is faced.” – James Baldwin The road narrowed until it was no road at all, just mud and ruts that might have been paths once. The GPS had given up hours ago, but I kept
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As I sit here in this damp, dark cell, my only friend the warmth of the flickering candlelight illuminating this scrap of paper, I have to wonder how I got here and why I just couldn’t stop when I had the chance. Every few minutes, I find myself freezing, perfectly
I was born into this world made from the Earth from soil and bones, from that which is dead and that which is living. My creator formed me in the crude shape known as man, but I am not like them. My form is coarse, jagged, with no warmth to
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I live alone in a secluded house in the mountainous region near Petrópolis. It’s a quiet place, surrounded by dense forest, perfect for anyone looking to escape the chaos of Rio de Janeiro on weekends and holidays. My only constant companion is Barnaby. Barnaby is, or was, a four-year-old Golden
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I hesitate to even post this. I’ve never been a big “believer” – not in religion, higher powers, karma, or fate. I considered myself a cynic (and that’s coming from a high school junior, which is saying something). I certainly never believed in the supernatural.I say that because you need
The fallen leaves tell a story…They tell of our sacrifice, the pledge we must make for our survival…Our offerings of worship, our offerings of life…Through our planes it drove. The shrilling cool wind of the coming autumn. With its passage came a change in the trees, and the slow fall
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1 This was a long-time coming writing this. Not even completely sure what you would call it, but for me it’s an explanation to what had occurred so many years ago, a record so that the events and people who were hurt won’t be forgotten. Finally, an apology. As you
“Delta squad, clear that building!” The command ripped from Tim Brinley’s throat, echoing through the blistering desert air, a phrase so familiar to him it was more reflex than speech. This was his second deployment, and he knew with weary certainty it would be his last. The monotony of military
A lot of questions have been asked of me lately by many different parties. My parents want to know why I almost refuse to leave the house anymore. My doctor wants to know what has been causing my insomnia. The police want to know my whereabouts and actions on the
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This was in the early 2000s. A group of marine biologists, myself included, were in the Philippine Sea to study the effects of global warming on local marine wildlife. This was exciting to me for two reasons. One is that I was born in the Philippines and never had the
1 – A Mouth to Feed December 1865 – Vettheim, Finnmark, Norway The frigid winter wind howled ferociously, driving the relentless blizzard hard against the rough wooden walls of the small house. In places, the turf of the roof had been torn away by the savage weather, exposing the birch
If you’ve spent any time looking into Mothman, or cryptids in general, you’re probably familiar with the so-called “Pellington Mothman film”. One of the most famous pieces of cryptid lost media, it was supposedly shot by paranormal researcher John Pellington in 1976, during the second wave of Mothman sightings in
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The wind stung with the foretelling of winter and leaves spiraled down from the trees in a whirlwind of crimson, amber, and gold. His stride quickened, anxiety biting at his heels, an unseen foe pursuing his thoughts, if not himself. Perhaps the threat was imagined, perhaps it was tangible. The
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I like to drive past spooky places.You can find them anywhere, if you know what to look for. An abandoned building, a mist covered field, a quickly darkening forest at sunset. It was one of my favorite pastimes as a teenager. The town I grew up in was a short
The following are a collection of journals and reports pertaining to a series of strange and tragic occurrences befalling the Carter Archaeology Institute. Journal of Arnold Higgins, Archaeologist: July 7th, 2025 Today is a major day for our beloved Institute. We recently translated an ancient journal of an Egyptian royal
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Adventure. Adventure is what I craved. I wanted to gain the fruits of life that I had so long been denied in my youth—and, in those days, those fruits could be found and plucked in the American West. But if I had a hint of what would happen to me
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Alright, so I know if I just jumped right into what I need to say, you’d think I was crazy, and just click off. My phone battery’s mostly full, so I have time to type out an explanation. Time…yeah. I have plenty of that. Hopefully, this goes through and gets
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Marcus Ridge was an ordinary young man living alone in his one-bedroom apartment—which looked more like a tiny studio—right in the middle of the city. Not many people, not even his closest friends, knew about the past that still haunted him to this day. Another thing no one really knew
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This is a copy of something I’ve written and posted all over the internet. The websites, subreddits, and Discord servers relating to the hobby have long been found and shut down. There aren’t many of us anymore, let alone those both young, sane, and tech-savvy enough to navigate the internet,
Written below is the last known statement of Benjamin Harper, a former parish priest serving the village of Barton, Cheshire. Mr Harper was relieved of his position by Bishop Gerald Ellison of the Chester diocese and taken here, to Byron House, a home for the mentally disturbed, shortly after suffering
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The mountain was tall and malformed. It jutted out of the earth as a singular monolith, unbothered and undisturbed in its growth from any other rock formations budding up against it and contorting its growth or shape. For millions of years, it was left as a black sheep in the
“My dear, are you awake?” Nikki Chambers had fallen asleep on her best friend’s tombstone when she heard those strange words from a woman with an airy, almost velvety voice. She lifted her head from the granite to see the woman’s low vamp, tawny slippers, and flowing green skirt. She
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The Advertisement“Lookout wanted. For more information, call 1-800-200-2230” My eyes scanned the sentence thoroughly. The ad intrigued me, I never was one meant for city life. However, for the past four years that’s exactly what my life had been. Just another cog in the machine, wasting away at a desk
