A Demon Named Frank
My son, Richie, was almost 3 years old with beautifully thick and curly brown hair that seemed to hang in place flawlessly…
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You Can’t Trust Everyone
November 6th, 2015 Oh boy. I’m not really sure how to properly start these types of stories, but, I’m going to try…
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For months, I caught glimpses of Claira from the safety of my cubical. So beautiful, faultless. Through innocent eavesdropping and pattern recall,…
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The Children in my House’s Walls
The head in the wall was crusted and decayed, mummified in its plastic shroud, the withered face open-mouthed in a scream—or maybe…
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The Cat Did It
The scene was gruesome. As if I had walked not inside an apartment in Pune, but a Hollywood horror movie set. The…
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A Strange Village
Mayuko’s Gameboy suddenly turned off. She rolled her eyes and let out a loud sigh: the stupid thing ran out of batteries,…
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