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Akuma

Akuma

September 28th, 2003 <GROUP CALL> Chad: Pause? Melissa: Okay Jackson: Okay…wait, gimme a sec. Brian: Sure Laura: Yep Joshua: Yes, I’m ready. Chad: Okay….pause on three. One…two…three. Chad: Everybody at the 53:47 mark? Jackson: Exactly Laura: Perfectly synchronized Brian: Like what Laura said. Joshua: I’m off two seconds…I got 53:45 […]

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Please help me. I'm scared, and I don't know what to do

Please help me. I’m scared, and I don’t know what to do

I don’t know else how to say this other than I just saw a titanic skeleton in the woods of Lassen National Park. I understand this place is usually reserved for fun, creepy stories, but I have genuinely never been more terrified or confused. What I’m seeing is real, and

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It was underneath

It Was Underneath

Three shredded arms and various disemboweled body parts were spread across Billy Ferguson’s bedroom. They were randomly on the floor near his Hot Wheels cars, Star Wars toys and Nintendo Switch controllers. The limbs bled out onto his white Super Mario carpet. One leg was still twitching, and the head

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Haunting Melodies- The Curse of the Mysterious Caller

Haunting Melodies: The Curse of the Mysterious Caller

As a young radio DJ back in the 80’s I was beyond thrilled when I landed my first job at a local station. But my excitement quickly turned to dread when I was assigned to the night shift. It wasn’t just the strange hours that unnerved me; it was the

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The crows know something we dont

The Crows Know Something We Don’t

My grandfather was, for lack of a better term, an ass. Unfortunately, he suffered a lot of symptoms of what I often referred to as “Old Man-itis.” On top of the real-life ailments that forced him to live at home with us, his general abrasiveness made me avoid him like

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a crooked man

A Crooked Man

The Crooked Man was tired,His aching bones grew weary.A longing for death he had acquired,His mind filled with thoughts so eerie. He wondered why he was the only one to writhe,In the crooked place he called home.His body cut by the Reaper’s scythe,Unable to leave the room to roam. They

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cracks in the cavern

Cracks in the Cavern

“Bone is lightweight, durable, and responsive. A bridge made of steel cannot double its length, but bone both grows and responds to stresses. Furthermore, bone mends itself. A shattered brick cannot do that. Bone has much to teach us about Earth’s history and the course of life on the planet.

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the kings marionette

The King’s Marionette

The rats scurried and clawed inside the walls. It was one of the few things that frustrated Elizabeth about working nightshift. During the day the rats were smart enough to hide themselves. During the day, she could pretend they weren’t there. Scratching, gnawing, murmuring, constantly out of sight. During the

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the hand that bites

The Hand That Bites

Mark dutifully pulled his car up to the curb and checked his Super ride-share app. Seeing that the address was correct, he yawned as he drew his hand back through the thick tangles of his hair. He had made the mistake of staying up too late and now he was

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what lurks beyond the indiangrass

What Lurks Beyond the Indiangrass

It was almost Halloween. Leafless tree branches swayed in the crisp breeze. The grey overcast sky hinted at yet another day of rain. Yellow-grey cornstalks flitted past and dead leaves scattered as the big, brown Buick carried us down the empty country road. I looked forward to seeing Granny, even

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summer nights

Summer Nights

Summer nights in the small college town were something straight out of a Pulp magazine: a risqué combination of nostalgia, science fiction and impossible stories. Every year from May to August, the place was left largely empty due to the legion of students who had skipped town for the break.

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the lovers tree

The Lover’s Tree

I had recently moved to the Yorkshire Dales with my rescue dog, Splash, so-named for his love of puddles, and this summer past we had ambled through the woodland on long walks on a weekend. He would always dart ahead, rustling through the leaf litter for insects or fallen branches,

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cirice

Cirice

Before I start this off, I want to apologize to everyone who may be affected by this in a negative way. I’m writing this for journalistic purposes, and to hopefully spread some awareness about something that has plagued me for a good portion of my life. That’s all. My name

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The Weird Horror at Westwood Avenue

Since last year, I’ve become a huge fan of those YouTube channels that talk about small mysteries recorded inside the United States. You know, those channels, with their dark backgrounds, white cursive letters, spooky thumbnails and soothing but ominous voices, which sometimes narrate horror stories as well? From the west

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