Gordon Simmons slammed into his locker. "Ow! What the hell?", he struggled to shout with his face pressed against the cold blue metal. "Man, Gordo! Your locker stinks worse than you do!", chastised the bully. Judging by the voice, Gordon could tell it was Jordan Merrick. Jordan was...

Iโ€™ve decided to share this here because honestly? I feel like I NEED to talk about this before I go crazy. And this is probably the only place where I could talk about this and not have people think that Iโ€™m crazy. My name is Elizabeth...

In the darkness we are strangers to ourselves, gray-skinned, white-eyed and black-haired demons rather than the usual familiar streaks of color that we see in a lighted mirror. Our grayscale faces are as blank as that of Slenderman's, our hearts as black as a killer's,...

On my sixteenth birthday, just after I had blown out the candles on a fairy cake, my mother told me that I was born dead. โ€œIโ€™m so happy that you made it,โ€ she said. I pulled the fork out of my mouth. โ€œWhat?โ€ โ€œOh,โ€ she said. โ€œI guess we...

Margaret had, as usual, been left to the confines of her bedroom. With her father working the night shift and her mother ill with pneumonia, she didn't have anyone to talk to. The only noise was the ticking of the clock, the slight humming of...

I am terrified of the dark. My grandmother, on the other hand, had an affinity for the dark. She loved and enjoyed the dark so much that most windows in her house were walled shut and the few that remained were, except for rare occasions...

As long as can I remember, I've had that mirror in my room. It was long and spanned over almost half the wall. Just a plain, simple mirror. My parents had told me it was there since we had moved in and thought it was...

While it is known by some that I have a keen interest in the uncanny - seeking it out on occasion - nevertheless it proved a decidedly unsettling experience to find such a strange event taking place just a few feet from my front door. The...

The streets, roads and dusty lanes of Colombia have been fertile territory for myths and legends since before the arrival of the Spaniards. Tales of โ€˜La Patasolaโ€™, a one-legged wailing banshee that forever sought her child, and of โ€˜El Duendeโ€™, a backwards-footed goblin that led...

You know what our problem is? We're too damned accommodating. That's what I told my wife when she agreed to look after that awful bird. We already look after a friend's toddler every Thursday, and take the lady across the corridor shopping, and then there are...