This is the final entry in Stephan D. Harris' Harlequin series. โ€œSometimes I wonder; what exactly is a monster? Is it really something to be feared, or is it something to be respected? Is that frightening, hideous thing that stalks your nightmares trying to tell you...

Part 1 The events of the past several days have both shaken my understanding of the world, and left me with a disheartened and perplexed disposition. Yet I feel that I must organise these events in my mind, that I am compelled to structure the terrible...

Alleyways are always filled with doors, many of which never seem to lead anywhere. Once in a while, you may find a door that seems completely out of place and out of time. These old wooden doors look like they could be centuries old and...

When I was a child, the school which I attended was peculiar yet wonderfully interesting. Whether it was the fact that it was surrounded in places by overgrown bushes and opposite a strangely crooked wood which ignited my imagination, or perhaps the funny, eccentric, and...

In Japanโ€™s Fukushima Prefecture, there is an abandoned amusement park known as Takakanonuma Greenland. It sits in the outskirts of Hobara, a section of the Japanese city of Date. Very little is known about this park, and its exact location is largely unknown. You canโ€™t...

When I was four years old, and playing around in my new neighborhood, I had an experience that I would never forget for the rest of my life. While walking down my street, I couldnโ€™t help but notice a strange-looking house. It was made of mottled...

This is based off a true story experienced by my mother. When my mother was younger, a teenager specifically, she was quite mischievous. She was a rebel, a non-conformist. She smoked, drank, and went out all hours of the night with her misfit friends. She often...

I live in a pretty small, relatively unknown town. This is the internet, so I wonโ€™t divulge too much information but I will tell you itโ€™s in southern Wisconsin. I live on the corner of Lawn and Elm Street, and pretty near to my house...

โ€œAnother pint should put just the right color on the day,โ€ I half-whispered to myself as I rationalized ordering another creation of Arthur Guinnessโ€™s brilliance. ย As the pubโ€™s barman slid my libation past the ashtrays and napkins, a sniveling, and seemingly inebriated, derelict skulked past...

l once knew a man who was afraid of nothing. No monstrosity man made nor fictitious could subdue his spirits, and the mere mention of the word 'supernatural' would elicit a most cynical example of laughter. This bravery was both his greatest strength and his...

There I was, at the front entrance to Camp Slenderwood. The beginning of my 7 day long prison sentence had begun. I never was into the outdoors; I much preferred staying inside browsing the internet. The only reason I was there in...