Father Cooke: Part 5 – Burning Down the House
Publisher's Note: This story is part of the author's Father Cooke series of interrelated stories. If you enjoy it, the author invites you…
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“You sure you have all the rules memorized?” my boss said as he gathered his belongings to go home. “Yeah, sure thing.…
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The Backroads
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You Can’t Trust Everyone
November 6th, 2015 Oh boy. I’m not really sure how to properly start these types of stories, but, I’m going to try…
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Greetings friends and horror aficionados. Thank you for joining me for the second story from the terror-filled annals of the Hotel Morte.…
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All You Need Is A Bucket Of Snails
It all started with a simple schoolyard rhyme. No one knew the original incarnation, only a fragment of it survived and was…
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The Sounding of the Fifth Trumpet
You have been given a chance; one single opportunity. Just for you, little one. You don’t have to endure the tribulations about…
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“This is a matchmaking service?” asked the doctor, a concerned look on his face. “This is the Garden of Eden,” replied his…
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I Was a Christmas Elf
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The month I had to spend every summer at a children’s camp was the most loathed period of the year for me.…
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I joined a hedonistic cult in the 80’s. It’s time to pay my membership fee.
It may be hard to believe, but before I became the bloated old drunk you’d see camping outside your local liquor store,…
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Father Cooke: Cat’s in the Cradle
Publisher's Note: This story is a prequel and takes place before all of the previously released Father Cooke and Magister Alexander stories,…
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The GPS Game
Have you ever heard of the GPS Game? Before you type it into Google, let me save you the trouble - you're…
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There is a way that you can bring back a loved one after death. I wouldn’t recommend it, though. Death is final…
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Note: The following is a sequel to the creepypasta entitled “Breach”. The author recommends reading “Breach” first, as it is followed chronologically…
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You know those long, involved ritual creepypastas, the ones that involve a million different steps, the ones where if you breathe at…
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Someone Has Made It An Annual Tradition to Amputate a Part of My Body
Back in 2012, I went to Las Vegas for a couple of weeks to blow off some steam, along with my severance package…
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