Wendall Lane Diaries: You Shouldn’t
Disclaimer: I am not a paranormal investigator. I am an author. While looking for inspiration for a book, I came across a…
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Several months ago a friend of mine alerted me to a puzzling incident on an inner-city bus. Being a bus driver himself,…
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It may be hard to believe for those of us born in the digital age—when every embarrassing moment can potentially be uploaded…
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Something Happened During a Hostage Negotiation I Can’t Explain
The west side bank has three exits, thirty windows and nineteen air vents. And when I arrived at the scene, there were…
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For the past couple of weeks now I’ve been noticing a few odd things in my apartment. It started off with food…
Read NowLittle Sarah
“Come play with me.” That line…it’s a cliché for the horror genre, is it not? You all know what I mean, the…
Read NowDevil in the Details
Trevor looked at the sweaty, crumpled paper in his hand, reviewing the instructions yet again. Soon it would be too late to…
Read NowHellhounds
It was late October when my father told me that I would be going out hunting with him. I was thirteen, and…
Read NowThe Little Wooden Box
It was your standard blue collar work day—in at 9, work for eight hours, out by 5. My dad was on his…
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Twisted Teddy
I suffer from Schizophrenia. Before you jump to any conclusions about me…before that word “schizophrenia” flashes its stigma and makes you think…
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Becoming a Killer
Have you ever wanted to do something terrible? I don’t mean something minor like stealing a candy bar, or driving over the…
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I Love Numbers
I love numbers, even numbers to be exact. I like that there are 48 stairs leading up to my cell. I like…
Read NowCarlisle Pond
That infernal sound wakes me once again. At first I can’t place it as I ascend from the murky depths of sleep.…
Read NowThe Writer’s Ink
Jonathan sat trembling in the dark. He stared at nothing, his eyes not penetrating the circle of blackness that surrounded him. A…
Read NowThe Unseen
I used to work in this pretty old building. It was originally the courthouse for the city I live in. I remember…
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Part I Dear Emma, It is five thirteen in the morning and this is all your fault. I'm at the top of…
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I suppose when I say, "Noroi Gakkotsu," most of you would guess I was talking about some exotic delicacy, or maybe some…
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