I know how this is going to sound. I know that it sounds impossible. Insane. Bat-shit crazy. God knows Iโ€™ve been over it again and again. Iโ€™ve thought of every possible explanation. But Iโ€™ve come up empty every single time. Which means that what happened really...

โ€œI canโ€™t rememberโ€ฆ The other car came out of nowhereโ€ฆโ€ Connor will relay mechanically in his dissociated state. Stitching together his fragmented memories for the police report after the accident. He will stare at the scene of the crash, glancing at each piece of scattered...

As I walk down the familiar venue of Myriad Boardwalk, I realize that this shoreline amusement park is different from it once was. I remember the bright, rich colors of the tents as vibrant displays of red and white. Colorful flags always flapped in the...

The clock stood in the hall. One of the truly magnificent pieces of the Walter Familyโ€™s estate, the clock was made of heavy mahogany and showcased a large, mother-of-pearl face with hands of sculpted bronze. Each hour the tall clock rumbled in the hall, resolutely...

โ€œI really donโ€™t think this is so smart,โ€ a young woman, no older than twenty-one said. The fear and anxiety rang clear in her voice. โ€œIโ€™ll be fine,โ€ a male voice responded. He took her soft, delicate hand in his and kissed it gingerly. โ€œItโ€™s nothing more...

โ€œCan I take your picture?โ€ Larissa sat a few feet away from me on the grey velvet sofa as I aimed my iPhone towards her. I stared at the screen intently for a moment before shifting my focus, looking over the brim of the phone...

Dan was sick of rural America. He wanted nothing more than to be back in Chicago, far away from anything resembling a cornfield. Instead, he was driving through an Iowa winter with huge, white fields stretching into the distance on every side. Every five minutes...

I've never liked taking my son, Ben, along on business trips, especially now he's at that tireless, inquisitive age where everything is either utterly boring or fascinating. Any parent will know just what I mean. But Benโ€™s father, whoโ€™s a handyman, was working long hours...

Every family has its stories, those events that have passed on into almost legend, and my extended family is no different. Some families have stories which they laugh about, which are brought up with regularity at gatherings, stories that they share with others. Ours is not...

The grandfather clock struck eleven as the wealthy old man rubbed his eyes, tired from reading one of his many dusty books that were stacked neatly on a tall oak bookshelf near the creaky chair on which he sat. He was a collector of the...

In 1975, my best friend disappeared. Iโ€™m going to tell you what happened. It wonโ€™t take long because the story is a short one, but thatโ€™s a necessity of the facts. Quite simply, there arenโ€™t many. Here they are: His name was James Wade. He was thirteen...

I am awake. I donโ€™t recall falling asleep and am not real sure how I got into bed, but I am awake now. There is a very distant ringing in my ears, sort of like the aftermath of a concussive blast that makes...

The clock struck midnight. I was on my laptop in my bedroom, browsing through YouTube videos. However, my browsing stopped when my phone vibrated. I saw that I received a text message from my friend, Ben. โ€œHey man Iโ€™m outside by the back door. Can you...

Things had been tough for my mom and I, ever since my dad left us two years ago. At least I was old enough to get myself to and from school and I new my way around a microwave, but I wasnโ€™t old enough to...