We ended up going to a place I knew. John had no idea if the bars he used to frequent were still cool, or even open. The cold air shocked him back to his senses, some, and as we stumbled through a labyrinth of back streets you could tell he […]
“There lies a darker world under us. An eversion of all there is. Though, I wonder if that place is more real than ours…” -Unknown I wake up to darkness. I might as well not have woken up, considering that closing your eyes has the same effect… I move the
I am astonished that this reached you. Keep reading. You have found this because you must read it. This will be difficult to accept, but you have been preparing yourself. Without knowing. Your interest in unusual stories was no accident. That trait was woven in to the fabric of your
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I am going to start by saying I am terrified of spiders. Actually, terrified is to mild of a word to describe it. In fact it got to be so bad, that my boss told me that if I did not overcome my fears, that they would have to fire
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‘The first time I heard the legend of the Mad Hangman was from another inmate in our prison. He told me that there was a man with the ability to ward off death. That he was immortal. At first I thought it was a comforting fable for people who were
Part 1- Everything in its Right Place “There are two colours in my head There are two colours in my head What was that you were trying to say? What was that you were trying to say?” 1-5-1. Weird riffs. Voice sampling. Lyrical randomness. I could see through everything in
The first week. It’s all in the numbers. That’s how you understand anything of real value in this world. At this point, we don’t need the baby monitor anymore. But even after all this time, I still need the static to fall asleep. It was a while ago when the
The building was bland, and had an unwelcoming feel to it. Though I suppose making a laboratory pretty on the outside wasn’t the prime concern of whoever had built it. It functioned purely as a means of… well, conducting science experiments I suppose. My car pulled into the carpark and
I sat, staring blankly at the screen, for how long I can’t be quite sure. Desperate for something to watch, read, listen to… In search of some stimulation that might exhaust my mind to the point where going to bed seemed like a good idea. I closed my eyes and
It was a dreary kind of day. It always was in this small suburban town. On the edge of this town,there resided a deep forest which gave a little life to the otherwise plain residence. The large oak trees swaying in the playful breeze, the few gentle rays of light
There once was a girl sitting on her sofa, reading a book by the tableside lamp like any young girl might do. Above her hung an bloodstained old woman on the ceiling, with grotesquely rotating limbs as she slobbered and gasped like a dying fish. But the girl paid her
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It had been a while since I had visited my cousins. Believe it or not, it had been five years since I saw any of their faces. The last time I saw them I was eight years old and had not yet learned that the world had no consequences. I
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1. ‘Nobody likes you. Nobody ever has and nobody ever will.’ ‘Not true…’ ‘Yes it is. Why would you think otherwise? What’s there to like about you?’ ‘What do you know about me? Can’t you just leave me alone?’ ‘People just pretend to like you, but everyone hates you.’ I’m
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E-mail from: Ian Koros, Contributor, Scientific Fringe Magazine To: Michael Wyzeki, Editor-in-Chief Mike, Several weeks ago, I was presented with a bizarre account I believe you’ll find worthwhile. A friend of mine first found it. You know those spam e-mails, the ones that sometimes make their way into your inbox?
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I’m a rational person. I’m an atheist, a sceptic about most things, and I trust in science. But sometimes I don’t act in the most rational way. After using the toilet in the night, I run up the stairs as fast as I can, as if something is chasing me.
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Introduction In over ten years of continuous travel, I have encountered many peculiar and fascinating individuals. Usually the most interesting encounters are those with other travellers: men and women with no particular destination; or at least no destination they care to share. I like the idea that one can spend
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With seconds left to live, my life flashes before my eyes. His hands slowly close around my throat, choking off the precious air that my lungs yearn for. I can feel his dry, scratchy skin against the tender flesh of my neck. I know who he is but even now,
Let me begin by saying that I absolutely hate running. It’s not so much the grueling, physical aspect but it is just so boring to me. It’s a pointless activity, unless you do it for sport or you’re trying to lose weight or something like that. A lot of people
I try to not think of it. But it haunts me. We’ve all heard stories about this place, about all those who go are never the same. There a few words in school about it, mainly of how much of a terrible place it is. I’ve heard of one story
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Long Way Down: Part 1 Recommended Listening: Clair de Lune by Claude Debussy I don’t quite know why I chose to drink my coffee black. I suppose the sweetness of sugar or its substitutes didn’t suit me, nor did I find that creamy beige colour that coffee turned once mixed
I don’t know how scary you will find this, but I can tell you that I was horrified. When I was around 12 years old, my parents rented an old shingled house in Massachusetts, about a mile from the beach. We were staying there for the summer, and we were
The eerie house on the corner of the street isn't a place where I'd ever consider going. However, as the downpour that begun seconds ago intensifies I make a short sprint for the verandah of the creepy residence. I look down the street, shivering a little because of the unpleasant
I’m going to have to ask you to take a deep breath. By now, the orderlies have told you that my room is empty and I can only imagine how you reacted to that. The fact is, I’m gone. You can search to the ends of the Earth, turn over
I had a knack for fixing things. Trinkets, houses, and buildings, anything that needed fixing in my miniscule town. It wasn’t very ambitious, but at least my parents approved. It made me a modest amount of money that kept me ahead of my bills, but to me it was more
