The sky had been normal again for a good amount of time, but Jacob still caught people looking up at it sometimes, just checking to make sure it hadn’t gone crimson again. He had watched the broadcast like everyone else. Sitting in his apartment in Chicago, he was eating reheated […]
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Shaleville Police Department Date: July 15th, 2025 Lead Case Investigator: Detective Lance Giles Evidence: A brown leather bound journal with a number of diary entries by one Jamie Trench. Case Notes: In relation to the missing persons file reported by one Sherry Trench, for her son Jamie and his fiancé
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The highway above groaned with morning traffic, and Greg woke to it the way most people wake to an alarm, grudgingly and with his whole body fighting the process. His tent was a single-person backpacking model with a broken zipper, held shut with a braid of zip ties he’d threaded
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The sun was beginning to set, and my patience was wearing thin. I had walked that exact patch of grass three times already, looking for the same thing that nobody had managed to find before me.The forensics team hadn’t found it, nor had a few bloggers who had taken an
Martin pressed the record button on the handheld unit and held it close to his mouth as he ducked under the rope the patrol officers had strung between the trees. “October fourteenth, 1972,” he said. “George Washington Park, Centralia. Arrived on scene at approximately nine forty-five in the morning. Initial
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These posts were taken directly from a blog that got removed shortly after the last upload. Archived text below. HeyWarren – Posted 2/27/19 9:23pmMy Roommate Is Missing – Entry #1 Not really sure how to start this. So, I guess I’ll just try to start from the beginning. My name
Detective Flynn entered the building and was instantly met by fellow detective Terry. “What’s the situation?” Flynn asked him as they walked briskly. “Still refusing to talk… said he won’t talk to anyone about it,” Terry answered. They got to the interrogation room and Terry opened the door. There were
I stood in the ice-cold morgue, looking down at the butcher’s latest victim. Her naked body lay upon the metal gurney, her appalling wounds clearly visible – evidence of the horrendous torture she’d suffered before her brutal murder. My partner Mike stood by my side, barely controlling his emotion as
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1 – ‘Crime’ The night was dark and cold, wind was blowing through the trees but otherwise there was hardly a sound to be heard. This silence and solitude suited the killer just fine. He worked alone, keeping to the shadows…exploiting cracks in the social fabric and indulging his sadistic
I’ve probably mentioned it already, but y’know, it’s that time of year again. And, honestly, I only met him twice. But my buddy Jon got the lowdown — said he spoke to the guy’s boss and everything.Yeah, the kid’s name was Tom. Thomas Lowman, I think. Worked for one of
Barker watched from his car with a morbid sense of curiosity as the mark crossed the dual carriageway and went into the greasy spoon Cafe opposite. Barker had been on the trail of the mark for almost a month before finally catching up, just outside of Glasgow. Dragging on the
The moon hung low over the sleepy town of RidgeWater Creek, its faint glow barely penetrating the dense forest on the outskirts. As I stepped out of my car, my boots crunched against the gravel road, carrying me toward the cordoned-off crime scene. The red and blue strobes of police
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When Jacob Housley turned up dead, it didn’t take long for me to hear about it. Just about everyone knew everyone, back in the old town, and I was more than familiar with the Housleys. Well, I used to be, anyway. Jacob was one of my fathers closest friends–almost an
Two officers sat across from me in my living room. Their uniforms were sharp, their presence overwhelming. The older one, gray at the temples, opened a slim notebook, pen ready. His partner, younger and watchful, stood near the mantel, scanning the room like he could read me through the clutter
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Phil had excellent hearing. He could, for example, hear Mrs. Polsgrove’s cat clawing at discarded tuna cans in her recycling bin two streets away. He heard Lisa’s feet tromping off mud and rocks. He recognized the jerky swish and scrape of a carryall being emptied of evidence. Phil heard many
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Read part one here This is Inspector Arthur Knight and the truth is I do not know why I am writing this. Perhaps it is the long trained need to document everything, perhaps it is for some greater reason. All I know is I know I need to get this
June 27, 1932 Up in a castle of mystery, darkness, and dreariness, there lies a man, a man of darkness. A hooded figure with a long black cape. As dark as the night. The man is as quiet as a mouse. The silence of the castle screams. He lies on
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Read Part One here Read Part Two here I stood on the roof of the derelict tower block, the cold night sky above me as I waited impatiently for my source to arrive. Glancing upwards, I failed to see a single star due to light pollution, and I found this
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Read Part One here I sat upon the cold metal chair located inside of an abandoned warehouse on the city’s outskirts. It was cold and dark, with the only illumination coming for the battery-powered lantern sitting on the table in front of me. The location was not of my choosing
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Mike and his mother Sarah lived in a sharply white two-story house about eight miles from the city and half a mile away from a red diner which worked throughout the week and the weekend. The house was adjacent to naught else but the road and the forest. Mike was
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I proceeded to the rendezvous on foot, having asked my taxi driver to drop me off a couple of blocks away. This was not the wisest decision in retrospect, but I wanted to keep a low profile and avoid the attentions of both the cops and the gangs who lurked
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My friend Sam has always been troubled… the sort of kid you knew would go down the wrong path and wind up in the news. I remember when the story about Daniel Petric came out. He was that teen who, back in 2007, took his father’s gun from a safe
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The YouTube narrator leaned forward in his computer chair and opened a new email submission from a listener. It read; Hello, my name’s Gina. The following events took place when I was a sheriff’s deputy many years ago, living in a small Texan town on the border with Mexico. I
The night was suffused with a bone-chilling mist that clung to the abandoned streets of Crestwood. Detective Ryan Brooks stepped out of his car, his breath forming wispy clouds in the frigid air. The disappearances from the morgue had confounded the entire town—bodies vanishing without a trace, leaving only unanswered
