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My neighbor likes to cross stitch

My Neighbor Likes to Cross-Stitch

Across the street, there is a petite little blue house. White trim, picket fence. It’s the cliché fairy tale home you read in the storybooks. I can see it through the bars of my window. The little old lady who lives there likes to sit in an old rocking chair […]

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We may have rented a home from a serial killer

We May Have Rented a Home From a Serial Killer

Sometimes you live through things that haunt you. Sometimes; no matter how many yearsgo by, you can’t seem to break free from a place, or a memory. There is a place like that for me… When I was in the sixth grade my family moved to a place in the

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The Glawackus

The Glawackus

When my grandfather passed away during an early winter, my family scrambled to rid the house of his belongings before the first major storm. The asphalt-shingle roof of his one-story home was collapsing inward after years of neglect and most of the windows were boarded up with cheap plywood. Instead

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Poppys peril

Poppy’s Peril

It’s Halloween eve. The night is delightfully crisp, with a bright, low-lying moon. The thrill of anticipation can be felt in the air. The autumn leaves blow with a scritch-scratch along the pavement outside, accompanied by a moderate wind that chases them playfully into every corner and crevice, around trees,

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The Bag

The Bag

October 31st… Some love it, some hate it. Uber Christians claim Halloween is a day full of devil worshiping and witchcraft. While on the other side of the eerily festooned fence, creepy and depraved individuals seem to use the day as an excuse to grow even more alarming. Then, somewhere

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A childhood phone number

A Childhood Phone Number

It started when a friend of mine came over, which led to us speaking at length about our childhood homes. He grew up in a different province where things seemed so much different than the way it was for me. I began the first few years of my own life

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Nights of fear

Nights of Fear

I usually have to do some explaining when someone finds out that my official title is Head of On-Site Security. Most people assume that the title means that I’m in charge of all of the security aspects of the amusement park I’m employed at. That isn’t actually the case. The

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Chthonic Candles

Chthonic Candles

HALLOWEEN ADVENT CANDLEDAR Burn one a day till Halloween.Discover what it truly means.Don’t peek ahead at future labels.Savor all, if you are able… – THE CHTHONIC CANDLE COMPANY So read the note enclosed with thirty-one tiny candles, sent in a massive box with no logo. The creators of my Candledar

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Faces in the pumpkins

Faces in the Pumpkins

“She was right again.” Old Farmer Bill threw one more load of hay in the trailer.“I thought I’d be able to finish it today. Agnes knew what she was talking about when she said I was overdoing myself. Almost fifty years of marriage and she’s been right every single time.”

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The rift

The Rift

Anomaly: 18-9-6-20 RiftData File #19/23/2015Event recount #1Inspector on site: Det. Mitchell Anderson PITFSite Area 2_New York1400 hours-32 minutes-18 secondsSituation: Victim01 and Victim02 work in a cash/credit transaction office. The two friends share an office in the tax department when Victim01 leaves for the storage department to get more paper for

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