Please consider reading Funland, by the same author, before proceeding with this story. Thank you! I live in a small town in Massachusetts where nothing big ever seems to happen. However, a few years ago, my older brother was in a pretty bad car accident that...

โ€œWeโ€™re going down!โ€ Captain Raul Santana yelled over the intercom. โ€œEverybody, brace for impact!โ€ Hazard lights blinked a pulsing symphony of angry red while alarms bleated in terror. The planeโ€™s nose tore through the final layer of thin white clouds as the island rushed up to...

โ€œSo how much farther until we find this โ€˜really awesome placeโ€™ that I just โ€˜had to seeโ€™?โ€ Patricia asked impatiently, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She pushed aside a low-hanging limb and walked past it, ducking low, her eyes cast upwards in an ongoing search...

Legends. Such strange yet fascinating things they are. These intricate weavings of fantasy and imagination have always existed among us, usually bringing hope, caution or fear in one form or another. Some tell the tale of a brave adventurer forging his way to glory and...

The perfume haunted me. It fluttered through the air, teasing me, leading me towards an obscured end. I ran down hallways bathed in red tapestries, my night gown shuddering in the cold. Moonlight showed me the way as I searched for the perfume's source. Around...

Iโ€™ve told this story many times, and without exception it has provoked the same reaction - disbelief. No matter how difficult it is for people to process, and no matter how many conventional explanations have been offered, this did happen and itโ€™s an experience I...

Alex leans in to examine the wall closer. Alex and her partner, Rebecca, had been driving for the last four hours and Rebecca had a tendency to fill the silence with her trademark โ€œstream of consciousnessโ€ chatter. As soon as Alex heard the final cough...

The first time I met Ada Klesco, she caught ahold of my hand and held it for a very long time. At first, I assumed that it was just a handshake, but there was no particular movement involved. We just stood there, in the living...

I grew up in a small town in Massachusetts during the 90s. It was a great time and place to be a kid. Our Main Street was chock-full of kid-friendly activities. There was an enormous outside go-kart track with a huge arcade full of the...

Bored teenagers pick the worst places to hang out. Of course, this was the east end of Long Island where all the teenagers are bored. There's nothing to do during the day if you're not into sun and surf, and even less in the evenings....

The Careys had spent months searching for an apartment in the city. After sleeping on friends' floors from July through the beginning of September, they were ready to have a home of their own. Their friends had been more than welcoming, but the search was...

Recently, a group of friends invited me to go with them to one of those haunted attractions that pop up when it gets close to Halloween. I wasnโ€™t too keen on the idea. I love scary stories and movies and the like, but the apprehension...

The 1980โ€™s. The wonderful years of my early childhood, filled with the delicious smells of Christmas, baked apples and amazing memories of endless, warm summer days filled with laughter and innocent, childish friendship. It was also, however, the end of this decade that marked the...

I was fourteen when I went into The Tunnels for the first time eleven years ago. It was almost the end of summer vacation, a few weeks before school started. There were five of us, six if you counted Chaz, a junior at Pace Middleton....

Their world was white. For as long as they could remember, the world had been white. Perfectly white snow was all around. Even when the snow had ceased falling from the sky, it was still cold. It was always cold. Cold enough that the snow...

Tiger canโ€™t change his stripes, tiger canโ€™t change his stripes. That was the motto Jo chanted in her head as she slowly rode over to 7 Brook Street. She found herself circling the block a couple times even after she had located the place, too...

Delia jogged into the forest, smiling as she listened to her motherโ€™s cry to be careful. She was going to play with the fairies, they would keep her safe! Running over upturned roots and thick underbrush, Deliaโ€™s slipper-clad feet barely touched the ground as she...

Publisher's Note: If you enjoy this story, the author encourages you to read its companion piece, Sniff. My first job was at a 24-hour restaurant called Flaviโ€™s, on Third and Burlington in Westlake. It was a real hole-in-the-wall place, the type where patrons line up beneath...