I live in what most people would consider to be a small town. It’s nothing like backcountry, but a small suburb. I work in the city which is about an hour commute from my house. In order to save gas, I bought a little old 250cc motorcycle that I use […]
1 The House It sank deep into his mind that he was being watched in the cold neighborhood. The light green shade of fog rolled through the houses. It covered the street completely like a blanket, and anyone that went through there at this time would shiver and people could
PART 1 Halloween, 1999 It was Halloween night, in the year 1999. I was 10 years old, in the fifth grade. I lived in a town in New Hampshire, and I had 3 best friends, who I will refer to as Allison, Emma, and Meredith in this story. On Halloween
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I had been alone in the police interrogation room for over an hour. I checked my cigarettes to find I only have one left “damn.” I said as I pulled one out and lit it. I jumped a little as the door to the interrogation room is opened and another
Last summer, myself and my friend Jason (name changed for obvious reasons) broke all the rules. Let me explain to be clear; this wasn’t a cross with the law, breaking the road rules or anything that would have pissed off our parents or gotten us kicked out of college. No,
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My name is Paxton and my experience occurred in western Canada on October 24th of 2015. I won’t go into too many details about myself, what is important is the story that I must share with you. I have to get it off of my mind, off of my shoulders
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Garren was lost. He’d sworn to remember the route, if only to keep his family safe, but the series of darkened and convoluted corridors they’d been led down all looked the same. The silent sobs of dirty masses lined the hallways, several times needing to be literally stepped over. A
It was Sandy’s day off, but she decided to stop by her workplace anyway. Sandy was a pharmacist in a local chain drug store and she loved her job. Why else would she commute twenty minutes out of her way to buy laundry detergent when there was a supermarket that
Usually when I see someone standing on the top of a building, peering over the edge I only assume that they wish to kill themselves. However, this was not the initial reason that I got up here, it was not the reason why I had walked onto the roof of
It was late at night. I was standing on the pier, leaning against a light post, sucking on my fifth cigarette. The fog had rolled in off the bay and with each exhale, my smoke mingled with the mist until you couldn’t tell one from the other. I could hear
I watched my copper mailbox dangle from the door of my bar through the blurs of my windshield wipers. They made that tight squeeze against the glass, not a forgotten drop or streak. They were new. The car was new. The mailbox was old. It was Sunday, I’d just gotten
The pungent smell of disinfectant. A corridor lit a brilliant white by the LED lights overhead. Men in drab white garbs rushing by, each and every one of them plagued by some urgent matter or another. Henry Haywood sat alone, his head in his hands. The creaking of a door,
My older brother stood over me, eyes blown wide and a smile spread across his face. He held out a hand to me like he was approaching a wounded animal, knowing that any sudden move could spook me into leaving. My feet scuffled on the floor and I looked up
It all began the night the man in the black coat came to Graybark Drive. Looking back, Harrison Naylor might have found that odd, because it was also the night that the Collins’ house burned to the ground. But no, when he peeked through his blinds that night, all he
The only thing I can remember is this tower. I must have been somewhere else before coming here. I don’t remember anything before this, but I know things. I know the room I often wake up in is a doctor’s office. Then again… those words together don’t seem quite right
The following is a transcript of a recording that was discovered in a hospital laboratory. At the time of this submission, the cause of the incident is believed to have been a chemical leak. Recording begins. Three years ago, a team of scientists figured out how to stimulate the language
What I remember most about Grandma Dawn is that she loved birds. She always put food out for them in her garden, and when she was still mobile she’d go birdwatching most weekends. Some of my oldest memories from being a young boy are of sitting on her lap as
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2017-10-07 Dear Diary, I am new to writing these entries, but nevertheless, I’ll try to write in this regularly. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I have had it for all my life, but the hallucinations only kicked in last year. I thought everyone was like me when I was
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It was 2:05 AM when I did it. Everything around was completely quiet, not a single person in sight. I grabbed the folding ladder out from my garage and neatly placed it right under the light post in front of my house. I quickly ran back inside and came back
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I don’t have much time, so read every word carefully… because detail is not a vanity I can afford right now. My name is Seth Anderson. I am a 43-year-old accountant from Washington. I am married, I have two daughters, and I was mortally afraid of clowns for a time
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I will tell this story only once. Pass it around. Alter it if you like. But once I am done with the story. I want nothing more to do with it. Reliving the experience is bad enough, and I will not do it twice. Not long after my tenth birthday,
Auster sat at the aged wooden desk, pulling out his weathered journal. He placed it down then reached back into his satchel and retrieved his oaken fountain pen. The pages fluttered like wings between his fingers as he flipped to his next entry. He dated the first line. The pen
So, what’s it like to be a zombie? I’ll save you the effort of asking because we both know that’s what you’re thinking… right? Or, more to the point, what the best part of being a zombie? Well I’ll tell you one thing: it’s not the loss of dexterity. I’ve
Silently, they sat together on the couch, the mother holding her precious little girl. A thin stream of drool fell from her daughter’s mouth. The mother wiped it away before wiping away a tear from her own eyes. Seven years had passed since the initial diagnosis of autism, and since
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