Iโ€™m hungry. I donโ€™t usually wake up hungry. Usually a post-sleep panic grips my stomach and doesnโ€™t let go for two or three hours. Five if I was drinking the night before. Even if it was a little bit, I wonโ€™t tolerate breakfast. Today was different. I...

Everyone knows the story of Bloody Mary and everyone knows how to โ€œsummonโ€ her: say her name three times in front of a mirror with the lights off. Of course, there are slight variations to the exact story depending on where you live, but itโ€™s...

As a child, I lived in a small town with an even smaller circle of friends. A circle of friends that needed something to do, in a town with nothing. We were the type of kids that would run through abandoned buildings or start rumors...

Part 1: The Man Called Pathos The man finished the rest of his meal, threw the wrappers and other garbage into the nearest trashcan, left the tray in the proper place, wished the crew a good rest of the night, and exited the restaurant. His name...

As Ms. Davis stepped into her new classroom, not a single student paid her any attention. She set her purse down on the desk in front and looked around. All the high school students were either on their cell phones or talking to one another....

It was beautiful, really. Pale yellow walls, bright orange shutters, and a big white door. I liked it. I called it the Creamsicle House. Even on those hot summer days, it never melted. It never dripped or drizzled, runny and sticky over your hand. It...