“JESUS!!” I cried. Being jolted from a half dose at a quarter to midnight by my new ‘Halloween theme’ ringtone didn’t do wonders for my heart-rate, especially since I’d momentarily forgot I’d changed the tone at all that day. Took me a while to find my phone stuck down the […]
If you’re reading this right now, it means I am no longer of this world. Either I’ve committed suicide or the Plague Artist has grown bored with my existence. I suppose it doesn’t matter which. This isn’t really a warning more than it is my will. I first encountered the
A shadowy wind swept through the pines, shivering the trees with a cold they had not yet known. The creaking pines collided with one another in the freezing air. Snow from the bristles was prized off and carried into nothingness. The moon illuminated the snow with a sinister whiteness and
She was holding his hand tightly when he heard a noise come from off in the shadows. Beyond the ring cast from the solitary light above he could see only darkness. She must have sensed his sudden distress as she placed her hand against his chest. Again a noise, it
The thing about nightmares is that when you wake up, it’s supposed to be over. You’re supposed to wake up screaming for mommy, turn the lights on, and see your familiar pooh bear in the corner, next to the toppled over Thomas the Tank Engine and Barbie’s Dream House. The
I always had a typical child’s fears while growing up. From the whole “I think I see something moving in the shadows!” to “I need you to check my closet for monsters, daddy!” It was childish, but everyone goes through it. After I hit my male pubescent years however, these
We’ve all had our paranormal incidents. We’ve all had weird things, unexplainable things, happen to us. And we remember these events – it’s not something you brush off, no matter how long ago. Now see, I’m not a genius writer, I can’t tell you a mind-blowing scary story that will
I just had one of the worst nightmares I’ve ever had. Perhaps it’s because my parents and I just moved into a new, unfamiliar town and are staying in a hotel room while we wait for our home to be finished, but I can’t get it out of my mind.
You’re happy. The sun is shining in a perfect, cloudless blue sky, the birds are singing peaceful tunes, everyone you meet is kind and gracious to you, and your friends are picking you up this evening to take you to that movie you’ve been wanting to see. But that’s not
Jonathan Felix sat back in the chair after affixing the final electrodes to his skull. He currently reclined in one of the most expensive private scientific investments in the world, and today was the fruition of his, and many others, efforts. The aim of the project was to open a
Lighting a match he let the fire lick up to his fingers, he dropped the blackened, burning match into a cup of stale coffee, relishing in the familiar sound of the extinguished flame. His burnt fingers and lips were tokens of his fate, it seemed. The fire was somehow apart
The first thing you need to remember is to never turn around. If you turn around, you’re dead. It had been a long day at the office taking calls from China, sorting through endless stacks of paper, dozing off with my elbows on my clear glass desk. . . definitely
It felt like the short time after one wakes up from a nap; it feels as if everything is not real, as if you are still not fully awake. I opened my eyes and found myself placed in this scene straight out of a thriller. I found myself standing in
Long gone are the days of wrestling with road maps, searching desperately for certain road signs, and sheepishly swallowing your pride to ask locals for directions. Today, in the modern world of technology and convenience, you rely on a GPS to get you where you need to be. You
I’m writing this down in this journal because if I don’t, I may go insane. You may think me insane after reading my story. I wish I was. My name is Jared Baldwin, and I am twenty-two years old. I recently moved into a brand new apartment in rural Maine.
A stone quarry is an awful place to be at night if you’ve got a nervous disposition, like I do. The silhouettes created by the hewn rocks look like stalking figures, and the whole place is haunted by twisted shadows. Even worse, tonight it’s raining. The heavy plinking of water
File Report #21 Location: Unknown (Estimated In Midwest) Time: Unknown Case: Closed *The following evidence was recorded using a tape recorder. The tapes were sent to our department two weeks ago with no return address. We suspect that there was more audio recorded, but we only received three. We do
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There is a school somewhere in the midwest. It’s a boarding school, that used to be widely known for taking in the troubled youth and attempting to restore them to a normal functioning level, and re-released upon the masses. Because of the precarious nature of a majority of the students,
~Written 2 months ago~ ~Mood: Nostalgic~ Okay, so I feel I must explain a few things to you. First of all, I am male, and believe it or not, I am a homosapien. That may come as a shock to a few of you seeing as I do come across
Dear Abby, We’ve never met before, so this may seem a bit odd, but I feel this is necessary. My name’s Jay for starters, I work the checkout line at the grocery store up on 67th Street. You know the one with the parking lot that’s way too big for
I recommend that you stop reading this now. Don’t say you weren’t warned. When I was younger, I would always get scared watching horror films and reading horror stories, just like everyone else. But, as I’m sure lots of other people will tell you, the real horror sets in after
To whoever may find this – My recently deployed expedition into these vast mountains has been proven fruitless to say the least. In the past twenty-four hours I have witnessed events my mind cannot quite grasp. I feel my sanity melting away by the moment as this single red candle’s
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It was a normal Friday night in Glasgow, Scotland. Clubs were clearly visible, the bright lights and the blaring noise dominating the night. But with light, there was also darkness. There was one, almost abandoned, housing estate where nothing was there and everything was silent, almost as if a bubble
I’m sure that it must happen to everybody. If you’re lucky, it only occurs in dreams; that moment where some part of your brain decides that whatever horrible thing that’s currently happening is just too awful, that things will never be the same and that this cannot actually be real – and of course,
