Grandpa told me, a long time ago About a man he once saw walking in the snow. The man’s shoes were golden and brown; The colors were the sun and the blood of the town. —— In bed one night, when the dogs were outside, And momma was talking to […]
As many college students do, I practically lived off fast food and pizza delivery during my years as an undergraduate. I went to a school in my home town, so lucky enough for me I didn’t have to live on campus and suffer through the cafeteria on a daily basis,
I was thrown into an inescapable void, and the depths of my soft blankets were the only protection I had from the shadows that seeped from the corners of my bedroom. After retreating into the safety of my blanket, I realized I had forgotten to turn on my fan. My
I’m sure many of you have been to a newly remodeled McDonald’s. Possibly one with a McCafe. But have you ever looked up why they started remodeling the restaurants in the first place? The first McCafe in the states popped up in Chicago back in May of 2001. That was
With his new bride in his arms, Gavin stepped across the threshold of their new home. He set her down carefully on her feet and steadied her balance. Between her puffy wedding gown, the three inch heels she wore, and all the champagne she had drunk, Gavin figured his new
The phone rang. Phoebe looked at Heather confused, “Um, are you going to answer that?” “Nah, don’t bother.” responded Heather, “It’s just going to be that annoying creep again.” “Huh?” asked Phoebe, even more confused, “What creep?” “Wait, I never told you about this guy?” She noticed the blank look
The Town of Willowing Hills A collection of true stories surrounding a mysterious town nestled between a mountain and valley, in the middle of nowhere. Taken from residents of this town, who have written in wishing for someone to investigate the strange occurences of which they report on. These residents
I remember when it started. The woman next door was strangled to death in her bed, with no sign of forced entry. Although her window was open, she lived on the fifth floor without a fire escape. The killer was never found, and the apartment remained vacant. Some time after
A gregarious cheer warmed the wide living room as we all sat ’round the fireplace, the soothing flames suffusing throughout and thoroughly staving the Winter chill frosted over the window panes. The decrepit mansion we decided to bide our night in was weathered, the floorboards rotten and the walls home
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“No, I don’t feel up to it,” I said to Dave for the sixth time that day. “C’mon, you’re not gonna flake out on us are you? It’s Halloween! We always go out!” He retorted. He kept after me for another hour until I finally was worn down enough to
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Four-year-old Shade Godwit always loved her teddy bear named Thomas. He was a brown bear with a blue raincoat and hat. She had him since she was a baby. Her parents got it from an eccentric, old woman’s yard sale before she was born. There were rumors that that the
Ethan Crumbski sipped at his piping hot coffee, strolling into his office. Placing down his cup, he set to work instantaneously. His co-workers know of his seriousness for getting papers done and handed in on time, so they rarely spoke with him. Ethan didn’t mind one bit. Scrolling down the
Heterochromia iridium is just a fancy scientific way of saying, I have two different colored eyes. It’s the first thing people notice when they meet me. “Wow, that’s cool!” Is the most common response. I’ll usually just close one eye and say, “yes, yes it is.” What people fail to
April 11th Rose Hill Place was a rather indefinable place, all things considered. Nothing about it made it stand out to passersby, nothing in its halls to make it appeal to those who came and visited. It was exactly what it appeared to be: a single-floor complex with over a
It was in the last day of the year 2015 in which we received our message. We were preparing for a New Year’s party, and we were cleaning out the attic. We thought there’d be chairs. What he thought instead was a cassette tape player; it was, no doubt, from
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“Dread- a strong feeling of fear about something that will or might happen” (Webster’s Dictionary) What was that noise? I groggily shuffle out of bed, fumbling my way to the light switch. After my eyes adjust to the blinding flood of light from the hanging lamp in my bedroom, I
As teenagers, we always looked for new and different things to do. Years pass us by and we build up stories we can tell to our children, perhaps even grandchildren. We learn through various events and gain knowledge through tragedy. When I was younger I decided that when I’m nothing
I’ve always been curious about the histories connected to belongings. I buy many of my things second hand from charity shops, retro speciality stores – those sorts of places. You can call me cheap all you want, but for me things have feelings. The vinyl record you listened to the
Joe slouched happily on his bar stool riding the best buzz of his life. Franky sat next to him, nervously scanning the room. “Holy shit, Franky. Just…holy shit. There was something in that last one. Dunno what it was but whoo mama! I gotta get me another one of those!”
My name is Emily, as in Dickinson, who is my mother’s favorite poet. My brothers are Lennon, as in John, and Eliot, as in T.S. My sister is Layla, after the Eric Clapton song. When we, the Spivey quadruplets, were finally conceived after years of in vitro fertilization, my mother
Stepping through the doorway I had to hold up a hand to cover my eyes. The sun was incredibly bright and there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky. This had given me the sad delusion that there would be some semblance of warmth to be had but the bitter
ALONE By Craig Peterson The dream was the same as the night before, and the night before that and the night before that…. Mathew Scott hadn’t slept well in a long time, hell, he wasn’t sure he had slept at all lately. When would it stop? When did it start?
You remember the feeling, don’t you? The feeling that you’re being watched, that if you make the slightest movement, you’re dead. Everybody had that fear as a child… You wake up in the night, can’t get back to sleep, shuffling back and forth from one uncomfortable position to the next,
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Alright, so I’m not someone who’s into the paranormal or the supernatural. I don’t believe in ghosts, monsters, aliens, or anything like that. However, I have to write about what happened to me last week, because I honestly don’t know how to explain it. I work in the sales department
