Even from the far end of the platform, seeing the whole of the lower station at 190th Street, Harold noticed only one other person waiting for the train. Granted, it was quite late, around 2:30am, on (what day was it?) a weeknight, but still,...

Mr. Padewskiโ€™s Story Three years ago one of my colleagues, whom I consider a friend, uncharacteristically stopped coming to work. Mr. Padewski was in his forties and was well-respected. Health-wise, he was a runner, and in impeccable shape. He had been working toward obtaining his Masterโ€™s Degree...

Despite Clareโ€™s advancing years, he walked with smooth confidence up the narrow, infinite steps, which should have given trouble to one as ancient as he. He was notable, if for no other reason than his youthful figure: the locals had told me that he must...

Everyone knows that flying is one of the statistically safest activities one can do. That does not mean the inhabitants of the skies remain accident-free, however. Each aircraft has a reputation which gives one clues as to its safety and dependability. Some...

My family has lived all over Southern California, from San Diego to Los Angeles and back again. For a few years we lived outside of Los Angeles, in the valley north of the city, an area called Valencia. People were mainly friendly here. It...

Danny knew he had made a mistake in coming, but he took a seat nonetheless. All of the Alcoholics Anonymous meeting on his side of town seemed warm and welcoming. All of the people were friendly and knew him by name. There were hugs, handshakes, slaps...

โ€œThis actually happened to my friendโ€™s uncleโ€™s roommate. I swear.โ€ Chloe looks at me skeptically. One eyebrow rose smartly, but she was smiling. โ€œChris Thompson, you are full of shit,โ€ She laughs. โ€œNo, I swear to Godโ€ฆ this is a true story. This guy and his...

My involvement in the experiment started only a few weeks ago. I was visiting my grandfather, who lives alone and needs someone to come over and help out with the house once a week. I'd usually go for the well stocked library in his office,...

The Ghost of You By Heather Wright One cool October evening a man by the name of Nicodemus was walking down a trail that was all too familiar to him. The path was enclosed by woods, with trees that were brilliant with leaves of rustic...

Weโ€™re lying on the floor of a stockroom in a gas station. Malia and I, the chubby, middle-aged clerk and an older couple Iโ€™ve never met are lying facedown on dirty cold floors surrounded by the detritus of running a small convenience store on a...

I have to stop doing this. I know I have work in the morning. I know I have one strike, but I just get distracted. The basement is dimly lit by a single lightbulb hanging from the center of the room. Well, that and my...

They were strange. The people in the woods. Beautiful but strange. They come to town every Sunday dressed in their best, they would be on the last pew, looking as serene as ever, keeping to themselves the whole mass. Theyโ€™d be dressed in colorful clothes...

โ€œThereโ€™s an idea that hell is other people. My idea is that it might be repetition.โ€ ~Stephen King I looked down at my feet as I walked along the weathered sidewalk and thought about how worn my All-Stars looked. The black was faded and the white...