โ€œDread- a strong feeling of fear about something that will or might happenโ€ (Websterโ€™s Dictionary) What was that noise? I groggily shuffle out of bed, fumbling my way to the light switch. After my eyes adjust to the blinding flood of light from the hanging lamp in...

As teenagers, we always looked for new and different things to do. Years pass us by and we build up stories we can tell to our children, perhaps even grandchildren. We learn through various events and gain knowledge through tragedy. When I was younger I decided...

You remember the feeling, donโ€™t you? The feeling that youโ€™re being watched, that if you make the slightest movement, youโ€™re dead. Everybody had that fear as a childโ€ฆ You wake up in the night, canโ€™t get back to sleep, shuffling back and forth from one uncomfortable...

I was hardly known as being a particularly brave man. So you could imagine my surprise when my master, who I was currently working under for a fair amount of wage, stood up from his black leather couch and announced to the whole room. โ€œGrab your things,...

Ralph sat in bed listening to the house talk. Ralph liked to listen to the house talk, it talked to him most nights; and when it did he always listened with equal parts excitement and reverential discomfort. Listening hard, Ralph leaned forwards; letting...

You've never liked the silence. Ever. At first you thought it was just something you were scared of. For no reason. But as you grew older, you realized that there was a reason. There had always been a reason. You've always slept with your creaky ceiling...

For as long as I can remember, my sister Ivory was always the creative one of us two siblings. She even made a career out of it. While I was working the typical office job, she made a name for herself teaching an intermediate art class. With...

As a child, I was always fascinated with the woods. While the beautiful pines scattered the land, captivating me with their size and showing me a picture of strength and resilience, the dark brush intrigued me with the unknown happenings of its solemn, mysterious, and...

I am falling. I have been falling for. . . oh, I donโ€™t even know any more. A few million years? It doesn't even matter; time is meaningless in the infinite. Thereโ€™s really not much of a story to tell. I was just...

My name is Ingrid Ramirez, and today on this frozen, storming January day, I was standing before the coffin that contained my son, Alfie Ramirez. The coffin had a wooden, polished finish with flowers placed on top of the lid, like it would help hide...

"Cheryl! That's great news. I didn't even know you were psychic!" exclaimed Marian, her face alight with excitement. "I'm not psychic, Marian." โ€œOh, of course not. That was silly of me. You can just read the future in the stars,โ€ the last syllable trailed off, a hint...