Twenty-Fourth
The story I am about to tell will convince many that I am a madman. Others will only feel sympathy and not…
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I had been in the apartment about 6 months when I started to see them. They should’ve scared me but they didn’t.…
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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…
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I’m Not Afraid of the Basement
I hadn’t been to my childhood home since my parents got divorced. I was five years old when I was last in…
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James said he found the iPhone in the lawn as he was leaving the party. Afterward, we wondered what had really happened,…
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Anniversary
For the thirtieth time, they pulled the book from its place on the shelf. He blew a year’s worth of dust from…
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The Painted Rock Game
It was July 2011 when the Polk County Rocks game spread to my area. People were painting up rocks, hiding them around…
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I Saw My Name on the News as a Prime Murder Suspect
Part 1 I was sitting on the sofa, eating a reheated slice of pizza, when I saw it. My Facebook profile picture.…
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Tales From Port-land
I found something I shouldn’t have, or maybe I should, I don’t know. I was helping my parents move out of their…
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The furious scribblings of an aspiring writer can be heard throughout the almost vacant library. A lone entity, in a blissful state…
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My last memory was that of surviving a deadly Nazi airstrike. My head was groggy, still ringing from the shrapnel blast. I…
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The Tracks to Nowhere
“Have you heard about the tracks to nowhere?” That’s what George Lovely asked me that morning at school over our brightly-colored, sugary…
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The Threshold
My long, spindly legs silently clamber across the crumbling wall of the basement wall as I stalk my prey. A few more…
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Hide and Seek
“Fifty-eight, fifty-nine, sixty!" Hide-and-go-seek was the order of the evening. Two days of rain with no signs of stopping meant mud, mud,…
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All the names - except J.J.’s - are changed, for reasons that should be obvious. I grew up in Royal Oak, Michigan,…
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The Chinese Dream Tin
INCIDENT ONE The Chinese Dream Tin is a thing of evil nature, a relic easily overlooked by the foolish, and feared deeply…
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I’m Where I Should Be
My mom died and I could not accept it for nine years afterward. Declared a suicide. Went mad looking for what happened,…
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