I'm a researcher studying Canada Geese for the last ten years. I've never published my research. Specifically, my small team and I study a small population of Canada Geese that migrates to Arizona during the winter months from Alaska. This work mostly involves checking the new...

I think when most normal people think of the Internet, they're thinking social media, online shopping, news, and the occasional porn site.  Now people talk about “The Dark Web,” a place of untamed wilderness, where gangsters are selling guns, using Bitcoin to do untraceable transfers...

On November 24, 2005, there was a disturbing occurrence at Disneyland. It was an average day at the wonder-filled amusement park. Families were scattered throughout the park, the excited squeals of children rang out over the crowds, and Disney mascots wandered around and posed for pictures....

“I need to confess to you.” “Oh, uh, I'm not a priest. I'm just a --” The old man's grip tightened. He stared at me with those hollow, blue eyes. “I need to confess,” he repeated. “I've done something horrible.” What was I supposed to do? Walk away?...

I grew up with a healthy fear of clowns, I’d say. Could’ve been because of Stephen King, could’ve been because of John Wayne Gacy, could’ve just been because they’re fucking creepy looking. My family has never let me live it down, so it shouldn’t have...

When I first saw Arron, he was lying on the floor of the Thompson's bedroom, still as death. “Hey! Are you okay?” I prodded him with my toe. Then I crouched down and shook him, like mad, until his eyes fluttered open. “Don’t do that!” he yelled in my face....

[embedyt] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZGW1mVVEnKk[/embedyt] I looked at the phone.  I waited for the text to come back.  It was maybe about ten, fifteen minutes. That hideous face popped up on the screen, with the reply. “You didn't do the last task I asked of you.  Now, there will be consequences.” The...

Death is inevitable. We don’t know when it will happen, simply that someday it will come for us all. Well, most people don’t know when, but I do. This is going to sound weird, but I can taste death. So, what do I mean by that?...

“They say the tree bleeds when you peel off the bark.” Liz’s eyes flickered in the orange light. Her lips curled into a small smile, as if she enjoyed that particular detail. “That’s ridiculous. There’s no way a tree could bleed,” Tucker said, yanking his burning marshmallow...