I’m sure that it must happen to everybody. If you’re lucky, it only occurs in dreams; that moment where some part of your brain decides that whatever horrible thing that’s currently happening is just too awful, that things will never be the same and that this cannot actually be real – and of course, […]
During the second world war many families in Berlin where confined to shelters for days, sometimes weeks while outside air raids flew overhead. Many of the children, who were supposed to be at school making friends, where instead put under great stress. However during this time, the english government, in
Tuesday. Tuesday afternoon. Tick-tick-tick-tick…tick. The clock stops. I bang the alarm clock on my bedside table, trying to get it to start up again. No luck. “It must’ve been the rain.” I think “That goddamn rain must’ve ruined it when I ran it from the car. I just get to
Have you ever seen a road construction crew working past midnight on the side of the freeway? Odds are that, yes, you have. They’re pretty easy to spot considering the section of road that they work on has to be lit so well. In their own space of light, they
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How I loved camping as a kid! I loved running around through the forests, I loved airsoft wars with my brother and cousins, I loved quading, but most of all, I loved finding one special rock to take home from each trip. When I was about 14, there was a
We had just moved into a little ranch house in the suburbs. Storybook neighborhood – quiet, friendly neighbors, picket fences, the whole nine yards. Suffice it to say that this was supposed to be a new start for me, a recently single dad, and my three-year-old son. A time to
Amelia had just turned out her bedroom light and laid her head on her soft goose feather pillow. It was three in the morning and she had gotten lost in her writing. Amelia was a 24 year old real estate agent who lived by herself in a small one bedroom
‘Diana…Will you marry me?’ Howard opened the small black box. Inside was a ring encompassing a small emerald gem. If you looked close enough at it, you could see a small crack down the middle. At first Diana looked as if she was going to be sick, though that may
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Ever since you were a child, you were terribly afraid of your bathroom. You don’t know why, but, whenever you would see your bathroom door during nighttime, you would be invaded by an overwhelming sensation of unease. You developed a habit out of locking your bathroom’s door before going to
A few weeks ago I went on vacation. I went to a resort in florida, the orlando area. I will not specify its name here, to avoid anyone trying to find it. After a few dull days I awoke one morning to a set of footprints in the carpet. Just
I walk out toward my car, in my white jumpsuit, a white shirt underneath it. It was just another night. I’m 30 years-old, 6-foot-tall, and all of my short, brown hair, and work the night shift at a shipping company. It’s hard, tedious work, but I need the money. I
You may remember hearing about it on the news, but in July of 2008, there was a string of missing person cases out of the University District in Seattle. Twelve people went missing, all of them students at the University of Washington. Their bodies were never found, and no significant
“15 All flesh shall perish together, and man shall turn again unto dust.” Job 34:15 People yell and run around me. Papers fly everywhere from the nurse’s charts and the doctors knock down the patients as they run to the stairwell. What’s going on? Why is everybody in such a
You have been this way since you were five years old. It started with a family trip to the carnival. Your dad and older brothers wanted to try out the Funhouse, the one with the mirror maze. You were winding your way through glass and mirrors when you were separated
Stay calm. You know, I never actually thought about this, but I really need to type this since typing always calmed me down, even if only slightly. As you suspected, I typed this because, well, I’m feeling kind of nervous for no apparent reason, but I think I know why.
I remember being beaten. I remember being six years old and being beaten. I remember being six years old and having two broken arms with one sling that my father had lying around from when he was a boy and no knowledge of what a hospital was. Strange doodles bled
I was seventeen when she came. I’d been living with my abusive mother for seventeen long, painful years. It was around midnight, and my mother was already asleep, so when the three soft raps at the front door came it was me who answered. An odd looking little girl stood
She felt alone. The old room gave her two distinctly opposing feelings: comfort and a hollow heart. The windows were tainted with streaks from rain and a poor paint job, the aged wooden floor covered in remnants of hay, dirt, and wood. Miscellaneous items surrounded her: a neon orange sled
I work at a gas station in rural Pennsylvania. It’s a boring job, but it’s pretty easy and it pays all right. A few weeks ago, this new guy started; I’ll call him Jeremy. Jeremy is weird. He’s about 25 or 26, and he hardly speaks, but he’s got the
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I can’t even begin to explain on how glad I am to be moving from the country; however I cannot say the same for Jay. We were both 13 and we considered ourselves explorers, but that was our downfall. I had lived in the country for about two months in
Transcript taken from a video found under the link: SCARIEST “STORY” EVER The video feed turns on in night vision mode. A teen girl, pale in the greenish light, stands in front of a leathery black backdrop, rods running through it. Her pupils glow as the light hits them, turning
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Just a little, in the right kind of way, kids enjoy being scared. They don’t find loud and horrific things fun, but if something gives off a vibe of the perfect proportion of creepiness, it will turn a child’s head and instead of triggering his uneasiness and cause him to
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So my grand father recently died, not unexpectedly might I add, at 81 he had a good run. Anyway my mum and I had to go to his house and grab anything we wanted to keep before the cleaning crew came in to clear it out. During the process of
“No one will come for you” That’s what he said every night as I lay entombed in the fears I had long ago resigned myself to my brother loves to torment me. He always has. He’s always taken great pleasure in my fear and misery. His idea of fun. When
