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Why I will never play the Ouija board again.
Why I will never play the Ouija board again. This is why I will never play the Ouija board again. It was 1964 and my sister and I were 13 Year old identical twins. We ...
Creepy Woman
I live in what most people would consider to be a small town. It's nothing like backcountry, but a small suburb. I work in the city which is about an hour commute from my house ...
The Lantern
1 The House It sank deep into his mind that he was being watched in the cold neighborhood. The light green shade of fog rolled through the houses. It covered the street completely like a ...
Deadly Trick-or-Treating
PART 1 Halloween, 1999 It was Halloween night, in the year 1999. I was 10 years old, in the fifth grade. I lived in a town in New Hampshire, and I had 3 best friends, ...
Oppression
I had been alone in the police interrogation room for over an hour. I checked my cigarettes to find I only have one left “damn.” I said as I pulled one out and lit it ...
What Was Left Behind
Last summer, myself and my friend Jason (name changed for obvious reasons) broke all the rules. Let me explain to be clear; this wasn’t a cross with the law, breaking the road rules or anything ...
The Horror in The Basement
My name is Paxton and my experience occurred in western Canada on October 24th of 2015. I won't go into too many details about myself, what is important is the story that I must share ...
In the End
Garren was lost. He’d sworn to remember the route, if only to keep his family safe, but the series of darkened and convoluted corridors they’d been led down all looked the same. The silent sobs ...
House Call
It was Sandy’s day off, but she decided to stop by her workplace anyway. Sandy was a pharmacist in a local chain drug store and she loved her job. Why else would she commute twenty ...
The Accident
It was late at night. I was standing on the pier, leaning against a light post, sucking on my fifth cigarette. The fog had rolled in off the bay and with each exhale, my smoke ...
Where Power Lies
I watched my copper mailbox dangle from the door of my bar through the blurs of my windshield wipers. They made that tight squeeze against the glass, not a forgotten drop or streak. They were ...
The Dancing Tramp
The pungent smell of disinfectant. A corridor lit a brilliant white by the LED lights overhead. Men in drab white garbs rushing by, each and every one of them plagued by some urgent matter or ...
A Cure for Trauma
My older brother stood over me, eyes blown wide and a smile spread across his face. He held out a hand to me like he was approaching a wounded animal, knowing that any sudden move ...