My name is Clyde, and Iâm a local near Salt Lake City, Utah. Ted Bundy is a well-known legend here in Northern Utah, as many of his murders occurred in or around Salt Lake. Regretfully, I had the bright idea of spending the night at the property where he is …
The road had been covered in a dense fog. Denise decided to rent a room for the night, seeing as she had parked near an unfamiliar hotel. She got out of her car, looking around for any signs of an entrance within the grey haze. A small light broke through …
She tried pulling herself back, but however hard she tried, however hard she pushed, she could not stop her feet dragging her towards the open window. She dug her heels into the wooden floor, feeling splinters coming off it as her feet dragged her onward. Her hands caught the window-sill, …
When someone asks you about your dream home, how do you respond? It might be an apartment in a big city, a big house on a farm, or (if youâre like me) a cozy house with a picket fence in the suburbs. My husband and I moved into my dream …
Becoming a parent changes everything. We have implicitly accepted the notion that all things in life should be regulated for orderly consumption. I expect to know exactly how much manganese is in my Froot Loops, thank you very much, because a bureaucratic sub-sub-committee in Washington wrote it into Agricultural Bill 3301913-B, just …
DISCLAIMER: None of this information has been released to the public. What Iâm about to share with you is highly confidential. My superiors at the bureau are trying their best to keep these killings a secret to avoid panic, but I canât keep my mouth shut any longer. You all …
The swirl of voices awoke Jared from his troubled sleep. Vera, his wife, was disturbed only by his tossing and turning, she couldn’t hear the voices. They were in his head. A senseless drone of overlapping whispers, faint but present, troubled his mind. He could discern no sense or message, …
John Watkins warmed himself by the fire crackling in the grate. Orange embers scuttled over the logs, clutched at the brick, stole away like a timid lover. He listened to the low hum of the men talking. It was soothing to hear the murmuring in the low-lit drawing room, as …
You have to listen to me, this isnât right. You canât do this. You canât let this happen! Okay… hold on, let me try again. Something different this time, calmer. Explain whatâs happening. Okay, my name is Nic. And as of right now, I am the last person on earth. …
I usually like to watch TV with my little sister, Kimberly. She was only five, so of course, she watched all the cutesy kids’ shows. I didnât really mind, though. They made her happy and I liked spending time with her. She watched shows like Dora, Blueâs Clues, and Arthur. …
Writing never had been of any interest to Patric. Throughout his life, it was his older brother, Sean, who had been the creative and artistic one, while Patric quietly had assumed the role of the unknown introvert. But for years now thoughts and ideas had been filling Patricâs head in …
He turns the steering wheel in different directions, taking different roads when he needs to. He needs to go through the woods to get to his destination. Heâs confused, but not about that. What confuses him is why his sister is being so silent as she sits in the backseat. …
Watching TV has always been one of our favorite things to do. In the early years, this proved difficult. Remus, being the stronger of our halves, would pull me until the remote was always within reach of his arm and out of that of mine. I didnât usually mind, though, …
My first love was Misty from PokĂ©mon. Those legs, that sass, she was absolutely perfect. No one else could ever compare. When I played the games, Iâd hang around her gym and pretend that we were on a date. I built my team to be strong against her weaknesses so I could always protect her. I used to fantasize that sheâd become intrigued by me when I had beaten her. That sheâd become obsessed and fallen head over heels in love with me. It was just a silly fantasy, but I enjoyed it when I was younger.
My name isnât really important, but for now, Iâll go by Monty. A little backstory, I grew up in a small town just outside of Hartford, Connecticut. Real nice place where everyone knew everyone, you never locked your doors, had a real charm to it. Nicest bunch of folks you …
Part One The plodding stench of dilapidated wood and animal urine brings the young Taylor Jenkins to consciousness. His eyes open and adjust to a dark interior, the sparse chandelier sparkling precariously above his head. The splintered wood creaks and digs into his back as he tries to move, but …
He hoped the tape recorder would still work. It was one of those small portable ones often used in schools or libraries. Teddy didnât even realize the irony of his action. Angie was, in fact, the one who had bought it for him.
The rain had barely relented. Jon looked out the sixth story window again, away from his TV flickering a save screen. Between the raindrops streaking the window, Jon could still see the guy that lived in front of his apartment building. The manâs name was Ted, and he seemed like …
I was sitting in an AA meeting when I found the tooth in my pocket. This was two and a half weeks ago. I always hit the Saturday night meeting in the city â itâs fifteen minutes from the apartment I share with my girlfriend, but mostly I like the …
The spring flu had been going around the school like usual, but some people were sicker than normal. They didnât just have fever and headache â their faces were blotchy, their eyes bulged, and they all wheezed like theyâd just run up ten flights of stairs without stopping. Cara McCormack …
I love numbers, even numbers to be exact. I like that there are 48 stairs leading up to my cell. I like that I get precisely four hours of leisure time every day, no more, no less. I like that my wake up time, my breakfast time, my lunchtime, and …
The night of Christmas Eve 2008 is a blur, depending on how much medication I am given that day. I can avoid the nurses for a couple of hours, but not too long. I suppose youâve heard about me in the papers or on your favorite serial killer show. No, …
I sigh, stretch, and push myself away from my laptop. I let the chair spin for before lazily dragging my foot to stop it. I had been working on a new story. One about Christmas, and the horrors it includes. It was pretty cheesy, and all the ideas felt recycled. …
Well you really screwed up this time, didnât you? You found a gnarly deal on a beautiful home that almost seemed too good to be true, and you jumped at it. And now that youâre all moved in, youâve started to notice some anomalies. You know the type: the spooky-dooky …
