The White Face In The Window
Last winter I was walking through a park near my apartment when I came across five young boys attempting to smash an…
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The Animals On My Farm Always Kill Their Newborns
Before I take my life tonight, I need to write down what brought me to this point. Just for my own sanity,…
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You’d be surprised at how certain things trigger these subconscious responses from deep inside you. Involuntary cues that bubble to the surface…
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Family reunions for me were never a bore. Most of my cousins were my age and they were absolutely crazy. They did…
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I always get a little uncomfortable when the topic of the paranormal comes up, particularly when some people seem to be so…
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Sally (Play With Me)
The summer was nice and warm that year. The sun, as always, brought warmth to your skin. The light breezes that swept…
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The Song and Dance Man
There are few left alive who remember the Song and Dance Man. Time has claimed the ones that survived the long night…
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Everything, all of this chaos and madness, all began with the Black Fog. It was just an ordinary day when the news…
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You’re right to be scared of the dark. You know that feeling you get when the covers are pulled up to your…
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Beyond Vantablack
I have a friend, Tomas, who works as a freelance artist creating booths and installations for event shows. He’s quite talented at…
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Stories For My Daughter
I know they say Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year, but for me it's Halloween. I deck the hall…
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July 5, 2010 I don’t really know what to say. Last week, I was in a bad car crash. The doctors said…
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The Lights in the House Below
All great writers claim to suffer from insomnia at least once in their lives, although I’m sure a bulk of them misuse…
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Delia jogged into the forest, smiling as she listened to her mother’s cry to be careful. She was going to play with…
Read NowThe Sallow Man
“Have you ever heard of The Sallow Man?”, That’s what Timmy Morrison asked me in seventh grade. Timmy was my best friend.…
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She’s Waiting in the Reflection
I wasn’t always alone. I used to have friends. Four or five, at least. Good friends, I mean, actual friends, the kind…
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