The Blaganschlor
“Have you seen the Blaganschlor Hung by rope composed of gore Who says his name and nothing more His true name lost…
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I Found a Diary Tucked in a Brick at an Abandoned Psych Hospital
I grew up on Long Island, right outside of the Kings Park Psychiatric Center, home of the legend of Cropsey. I was…
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I Stole a Laptop
So… I stole a laptop from an internet cafe. Judge me all you want, but times are tough and that’s hardly the…
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The Man Who Returned
John Woodford in his first moments of returning consciousness was not aware that he was lying in his coffin. He had only…
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It was a dreary kind of day. It always was in this small suburban town. On the edge of this town,there resided…
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My name is Robert Krandall, and I play a marginal part in the following story. I am attempting to post on this…
Read NowChop the Willow
Related: Harlequin No.7 & The Kindness of Strangers “I ask him why above he crawls, scratching apart my bedroom walls. And he…
Read NowFamily Secrets
The clock stood in the hall. One of the truly magnificent pieces of the Walter Family’s estate, the clock was made of…
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The Last Halloween
I don't celebrate Halloween. When the trick-or-treaters come out and start prowling my street, I make sure to keep my front porch…
Read NowThe Door Game
“Yo, James hurry your ass up!” Damon roared from across the parking lot, standing next to our limo and waving me and…
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The Agoraphobic Journals
My friend recently bought a foreclosed home, and while helping him clean it out of the previous owner's leftover belongings, I came…
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The Last Pine Barrener
About eight years ago, my great-grandfather, Everett, passed away. Initially, you might say, that doesn’t seem like something worth writing down, but…
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The Machine
Griffin and I were both 25. We hadn’t seen each other since college but kept in close contact. I was working at…
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