creatures

Boo Barn

Waylan stood in the dim light of the early morning, his truck parked at the edge of a forgotten dirt road. He bent down and laced up his knee-high snake boots, pulling the strings tight to make sure they fit just right. The boots were tough and made for rough

Boo Barn Read More »

I Took A Job In Northwestern Vermont: Entry Three: The Great Mouser

So I’ve been busy going through the archives and you know, doing my job, so I haven’t had a lot of time to type up much. Tall Jim needed to start work shortly after he relayed the stories I posted before but he said I could hit him up during

I Took A Job In Northwestern Vermont: Entry Three: The Great Mouser Read More »

That Which Is Molded

I was born into this world made from the Earth from soil and bones, from that which is dead and that which is living. My creator formed me in the crude shape known as man, but I am not like them. My form is coarse, jagged, with no warmth to

That Which Is Molded Read More »

Just Another Summer in ‘95 Part Two

Read Part One here We both drove back to the station and handed in our gear and changed. I could still smell the faint odor clinging to my uniform. I suppressed the urge to gag as I threw it back into my locker without any finesse, just wanting to get

Just Another Summer in ‘95 Part Two Read More »

The Killdeer

The Killdeer

In the heart of the Appalachian Mountains, where rugged ridges jutted upward like the ancient, weathered spines of slumbering giants, and the valleys plunged into deep shadows that clung stubbornly to the earth, the forest guarded its mysteries with a quiet, unyielding vigilance. The people who called those mountains home,

The Killdeer Read More »

Sandbox

Sandbox

This untold story goes back fifty-six years to 1968 when I was just eight years old. The year now is 2024 and I am sixty-four years old. My name is Betsey Lancaster and unfortunately, I have been recently diagnosed with early-stage Alzheimer’s; all the more reason for me to document

Sandbox Read More »

Malo

MALO

The YouTube narrator leaned forward in his computer chair and opened a new email submission from a listener. It read; Hello, my name’s Gina. The following events took place when I was a sheriff’s deputy many years ago, living in a small Texan town on the border with Mexico. I

MALO Read More »

Beneath the veil of shadow

Beneath the Veil of Shadow

It appeared just after sunset, as darkness began to permeate the woods around my family’s hunting cabin. I wouldn’t have seen it in time if it weren’t for the silver beams emanating from the full moon, which streamed into the clearing around the cabin and bathed the ground in their

Beneath the Veil of Shadow Read More »

This cruel place beyond the blizzard

This Cruel Place, Beyond the Blizzard

“Do you think we’re dead?” I gave Eleanor a perplexed look. “I can see your breath. And we’re talking right now, so…” “No, no,” she muttered, shivering in the keening wind, “not here. No sense in asking that here.. I mean out there.” I stared out past the dark sea,

This Cruel Place, Beyond the Blizzard Read More »

I Watch Security Cameras In An Old Government Building: Part Three

I Watch Security Cameras In An Old Government Building: Part Three

Read part one here Read part two here So there I was, simply at the grocery store, stocking up on various things for the house when I had received a cryptic text from Larry. I reached into my pocket as I heard the sound of the notification and pulled out

I Watch Security Cameras In An Old Government Building: Part Three Read More »

The terror from beyond the void

The Terror From Beyond the Void

IT SKITTERED its way across the leaves, and I knelt down to get as close as I could. Eight legs, black body – it was one of the feared ones; a black widow. I knew that before I pulled up Nature’s Identity on my phone. But I needed to log

The Terror From Beyond the Void Read More »

Campfire tales

Campfire Tales

My name is Marcus, and I’m an alcoholic. I know what you’re thinking: this is just another sob story about some loser whose life went off the rails after he found the bottle, right? Well, it’s not exactly that simple. Bill, my sponsor at Alcoholics Anonymous suggested that should I

Campfire Tales Read More »

A childhood phone number

A Childhood Phone Number

It started when a friend of mine came over, which led to us speaking at length about our childhood homes. He grew up in a different province where things seemed so much different than the way it was for me. I began the first few years of my own life

A Childhood Phone Number Read More »

The horrors of the backrooms part two

The Horrors Of The Backrooms Part Two

Read Part One Here It’s been about three months since my whole incident with The Expanse. I had been seeing my new therapist. Tiffany, for pretty much that entire length of time. She was on the younger side and had only really been working in the field for a few

The Horrors Of The Backrooms Part Two Read More »

The horrors of the backrooms

The Horrors Of The Backrooms

I moved into my current house with my parents three years ago in 2006. Seems so long ago now that the number is in front of me. But, you’re not here to listen to me reminisce about times that have since passed. So, I’ll try my best to get right

The Horrors Of The Backrooms Read More »

Writers block is a bitch

Writer’s Block is a Bitch

“Why aren’t you writing?” “I’m getting there. I just, um, I just haven’t figured out a good starting point yet.” “Excuses…” “I’m not making excuses! You want this done right, don’t you?” “I want it done! Period!” “You can’t rush the process, man. It’s not as if writing your story

Writer’s Block is a Bitch Read More »

Scroll to Top