Daddy calls me his princess. I feel like one too, especially when I’m wearing one of my princess crowns. My Daddy makes them for me. He’s an artist, you see. Every once in a while, Daddy says he has a present for me. It’s a box, usually wrapped in pretty […]
I, I’m glad I found you. Sorry for my disheveled appearance, but I haven’t slept well, and when I saw you, I knew I had to talk to you, tell you what happened. Call it ego or hubris, but it is really a burning desire for the truth to be
Alright, so, I’ve read some of the things on this site and from what I’ve gathered, all of it is simply here to scare, and most of it is based off of the paranormal. But the story I’m sharing with you is not made up. It’s not exactly scary as
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As I walked into my local library, I felt at peace. Some people are addicted to heroin; I am addicted to literature. I love the way libraries are so organized, not only are books separated by genre but are also placed in alphabetical order. Beyond the placements of books the
Light blinds my eyes after what seemed to be a century of darkness. I stood on an unfamiliar highway. I had no idea where I was or how I got there, but I was there now. A man stood in front of me, dressed in a collared shirt and khaki
You tried to keep as quiet as possible, which was hard. All that running around made you tired, you breathed heavily. You didn’t whether know to keep your flash light on or off. None of the notes so far provided that information. You checked through them again. You didn’t have
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I can’t remember the last time I felt normal. I constantly move through life wondering exactly what it is that I’m missing in my genetic code that separates me so much from the other people around me. I continue to live my own life, and be myself, but sometimes that
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I awoke with a startle, as if someone had shaken me awake. All was quiet, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. I always have a night light on, as a precaution, and it was functioning as beautifully as ever, the near-vacant room illuminated in its shine. However, when I
For as far back as I can remember, London has always been my city. Yes, it’s changed over the years but it’s still the city I know and it’s still mine. I love London and I will never leave. One typical cold cloudy London night, I walked along the Southbank
Television always depicted older siblings to be a guardian, a protector, even a hero to their kin. I wish that was the case with Angie, my sister. I’ve always been the one to take care of and more importantly listen to my sister. Our mother always assumed she just wasn’t
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I don’t think there’s a college that doesn’t have its share of legends. Stories range from the ghost of the girl who was pregnant with the football coach’s child to the creature that roams a building at night. And everything is said to kill you in the most horrible fashion
A few weeks ago I went on vacation. I went to a resort in florida, the orlando area. I will not specify its name here, to avoid anyone trying to find it. After a few dull days I awoke one morning to a set of footprints in the carpet. Just
I walk out toward my car, in my white jumpsuit, a white shirt underneath it. It was just another night. I’m 30 years-old, 6-foot-tall, and all of my short, brown hair, and work the night shift at a shipping company. It’s hard, tedious work, but I need the money. I
You may remember hearing about it on the news, but in July of 2008, there was a string of missing person cases out of the University District in Seattle. Twelve people went missing, all of them students at the University of Washington. Their bodies were never found, and no significant
“15 All flesh shall perish together, and man shall turn again unto dust.” Job 34:15 People yell and run around me. Papers fly everywhere from the nurse’s charts and the doctors knock down the patients as they run to the stairwell. What’s going on? Why is everybody in such a
“Thou Shalt Love Thy Demon, For He Hath Damned Thineself To The Soul of Thee. Waste Not This Gift of Sacrifice, And Purge In The Flames of Mercy.” The corridors of the hotel still had the smell of laundry detergent and disinfectant. This smell, however, was obscured greatly by the
THE EYES There was once a young artist named Lisa. She was haunted all her life by disturbing dreams. One dream in particular made her dread sleep. It was always the same, a dark hallway and an evil clown pursuing her. Lisa was exhausted from her broken sleep. She was
You have been this way since you were five years old. It started with a family trip to the carnival. Your dad and older brothers wanted to try out the Funhouse, the one with the mirror maze. You were winding your way through glass and mirrors when you were separated
This is not a story of some roadside ghost that causes accidents, a creepy episode of a famous TV show, The disappearance of an entire town, or anything of the sort. This is the story of me, a seemingly normal citizen that leads a seemingly normal life. I live in
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Stay calm. You know, I never actually thought about this, but I really need to type this since typing always calmed me down, even if only slightly. As you suspected, I typed this because, well, I’m feeling kind of nervous for no apparent reason, but I think I know why.
I remember being beaten. I remember being six years old and being beaten. I remember being six years old and having two broken arms with one sling that my father had lying around from when he was a boy and no knowledge of what a hospital was. Strange doodles bled
I was seventeen when she came. I’d been living with my abusive mother for seventeen long, painful years. It was around midnight, and my mother was already asleep, so when the three soft raps at the front door came it was me who answered. An odd looking little girl stood
A soldier. That’s all. “What are you slowing down for, Bloomfield?” Boot camp was nothing. You breezed through it. Not too well, but not too shabby. The war’s on. That’s all your parents talked about when you went home. Gonna be a big war hero. Someday. Someday. It’s been three
My father once told me when I was little that the easiest way to trap a raccoon was to put a shiny object in a Pringles can. At first it puzzled me, how would that trap a coon? Honestly I was too young to understand. But he explained to me.
