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The Framing or: The Conundrum of the Singing Heads

Derrick comes back from the daily meeting with coffee in a styrofoam cup balanced on top of a folder marked “Third Quarter Staff Feedback Report”. The coffee, filled with a mix of brown sugar and powdered vanilla creamer, is what will make or break his mood for the day. It

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I think my family’s reflections took them.

Lord, forgive me if I’m all over the place. The sheriff wanted me to ‘jot’ down everything that’s happened, or at least, everything that I can describe. They were kind enough to get me one of them assistive keyboards to type this all out. Even getting everything out there, I’m

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Esca

It’s amazing what lives within our oceans. Ecosystems of life entirely separated from our comfortable surface existences. It’s a momentous event when the worlds interact: people cheer when they see dolphins breach above the waves, there are organizations devoted to helping the sea turtle population make their way back to

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My son can’t stop humming the same tune and it’s starting to freak me out

It all started last Monday. I received a call from his basketball coach. My son, Riley, had been acting more strangely than usual. He said my son had seemed to intentionally pop two basketballs alone in the locker room. I made my son play for the church league after school.

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The Last Channel

My grandmother died at 3:33 AM on a Tuesday, and her TV wouldn’t turn off. Not wouldn’t—couldn’t. We unplugged it. We cut the power to her room. We even took a hammer to the screen, but it kept playing, the jagged cracks creating a kaleidoscope of images that shouldn’t exist.

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The Static Man

The Static Man

I always thought the old TV in my grandmother’s attic was broken. It would never receive channels, only emit a hiss of static when you tried turning the dial. But last December, I discovered it wasn’t broken after all. The first time I ever laid eyes on him, I figured

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I was Hired for the Weekend Nights Charge Nurse Position. It Came with a Strange Set of Rules.

I was Hired for the Weekend Nights Charge Nurse Position. It Came with a Strange Set of Rules.

I solemnly pledge myself before God and in the presence of this assembly to pass my life in purity and to practice my profession faithfully. I will abstain from whatever is deleterious and mischievous and will not take or knowingly administer any harmful drug. I will do all in my

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I live alone in a houseboat on the bayou. Something’s been tapping at the hull at night.

I live alone in a houseboat on the bayou. Something’s been tapping at the hull at night.

It’s been about a month now that Kenny’s been gone. Three weeks and five days to be exact. He left in his pirogue one night just after sunset to go frogging and never came back. Man just up and disappeared like a fart in the wind. Now, it’s just me

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5 Abandoned Places in Australia for Unusually Eerie Trips

Australia is definitely one of the countries where you can confidently say the strangest things happen. If you’re a foreigner visiting Australia, every day spent in this land is likely a different adventure for you. And if you’re dreaming about a trip full of eerie occurrences, ghosts, and creepy atmosphere,

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I’m a Cop, and My Town Is Dying in Ways No Autopsy Can Explain

I’m a Cop, and My Town Is Dying in Ways No Autopsy Can Explain

The moon hung low over the sleepy town of RidgeWater Creek, its faint glow barely penetrating the dense forest on the outskirts. As I stepped out of my car, my boots crunched against the gravel road, carrying me toward the cordoned-off crime scene. The red and blue strobes of police

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I Made Him Up For Company on Long Car Rides, Now He Follows Me Everywhere

I Made Him Up For Company on Long Car Rides, Now He Follows Me Everywhere

As a kid, it took everything I had not to paint the inside of my family’s car with a wave of vomit. My carsickness was the bane of our long road trips. We tried dozens of tricks to minimize the Jackson Pollocks I created on our car windows. Books, movies,

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