Doctor Smith has requested that I tell my story as part of my rehabilitation. I couldn't find myself able to speak it, so, he had me write it down instead. I have chosen this diary form as it is able to most easily draw out...

โ€œHello, my old friend,โ€ Griffin said aloud as he stared out the window at the dark spot.ย  It had been at least two decades since he had seen the shadow-man.ย  A moment later, Julie came into the bedroom and stood next to Griffin at the...

I suppose I should put some kind of explanation here, just in case this does end up making it's way to the outside world. Not that I hold out much hope for that, but at this point there isn't much else for me to do. I...

Now, before you read this, take note, I am a very critical skeptic, I am quick to dismiss any claims of psychics, fortune tellers, hell even aliens, but I am positive about what happened in that house. Guerneville, a small town in Northern California, never...

Wednesday, July 12th, 2017 The dynamic of memory has confounded me for my entire life. Memory is itself a living being, eternally aging until it decays and fades away. Each memory lives through its life cycle. Full of vitality in birth and hollow and weak in...

I stepped up the old, wooden steps of the porch, to what would be our new home. It was nice enough. It had a big back yard (fenced in with barbed wire) with a massive tree and a sturdy-looking tire swing. Most importantly, the neighboring...