He won’t stop staring
Today was a weird day. It was another long day at the office. Piles of paperwork stood a mile high on my…
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I Sleep With My Window Closed Now
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The Counting Man
Michael sat down on the bench, checking his watch as his leg nervously tapped the floor. The bus was running late today.…
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Followers of the Flaming Hand
The camera didn’t look like something that should still work. Didn’t feel right from the start. When my sister handed me that…
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A Lonely Machine
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Hello everyone. I came here to write this because I genuinely don’t know who else I can tell. My name is David.…
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…And We’re Back
Yesterday… …And we’re back in five… four… three… two… one… [talk-show host] Greg, tell us your thoughts about the movie; the release…
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The Idiot Mile
That’s what we called it. The idiot mile. We used to think it sounded cool, but the adults talked about it and…
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My daughter was attacked on FaceTime
I'll be honest, I'm not much of a family man. My career kept me away from my family for most of my…
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Into the Velvet Hallways
In 2017, I tasted death for the first time. Naturally speaking, I wasn’t dead, but I wasn’t alive either; I do not…
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If you’re Reading This, Please Don’t Apply for a Dishwasher Position at Riverside Memories Retirement Community.
I was opening the shift that day. I walked past the golf cart with its flat tire. It was coming up on…
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The Hand That Bites
Mark dutifully pulled his car up to the curb and checked his Super ride-share app. Seeing that the address was correct, he…
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If You Ever Stop in Ashbrook, Don’t Ask About the Children
The Nevada heat rippled off the asphalt, distorting the long, empty road ahead. I wiped sweat from my brow and adjusted the…
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Patient 367
He says that he visits abandoned asylums, prisons, hospitals and so on, and showcases them for others to see. I heard a…
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The Night Shift
Halfway through her night shift at George Tafel's funeral home, Anne Loudreinne almost fainted when the dead man let out a sigh…
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Dying Light
The light of the camp fire offered little comfort to the panic that surged through him. His blood might as well have…
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The Night Walker
It was a foggy autumn night when I first encountered him. As I was driving home from my late shift at the…
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Quiet Stanley
The town I grew up in, Lay Marsh, was a pretty average place. Parents moved there because they wanted a quiet, safe…
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