Read Part One here Read Part Two here I stood on the roof of the derelict tower block, the cold night sky above me as I waited impatiently for my source to arrive. Glancing upwards, I failed to see a single star due to light pollution, and I found this […]
Supernatural Vigilante Association – The Time Traveller Read More »
Read Part One here I sat upon the cold metal chair located inside of an abandoned warehouse on the city’s outskirts. It was cold and dark, with the only illumination coming for the battery-powered lantern sitting on the table in front of me. The location was not of my choosing
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Read part one here Read part two here My name is Joshua, or Josh for short. And I’m dead. It took me a while to come to this realisation and to recall the circumstances around my death. It wasn’t easy facing up to the truth, but I’ve since come to
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I proceeded to the rendezvous on foot, having asked my taxi driver to drop me off a couple of blocks away. This was not the wisest decision in retrospect, but I wanted to keep a low profile and avoid the attentions of both the cops and the gangs who lurked
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I’m breaking so many of my own rules by posting this account on an online forum and under an alias. In my long and (dare I say it) distinguished career as a freelance investigative journalist I have never taken such an action. Nor have I ever published a story without
The world’s oceans contain many dark secrets Read More »
Read Part one here Read Part two here It took a while for the circumstances of my death to come back to me. The memory was thrust back into my conscious mind during our descent into a swirling vortex at the base of the iron tower, as my companions and
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As I write this, I’m sobering up from the bender to end all benders. It would be safe to say that I’ve finally hit rock bottom. For so many years I’ve attempted to drown my sorrows with alcohol, drugs and one-night stands, but finally I’ve realised that I can’t escape
I grew up in a small town with a bizarre annual ritual Read More »
I can’t claim I was at a low point in my life when the salesman came knocking on my door. It would be easy to say I was desperate and emotionally vulnerable and therefore fell afoul of his dark powers. It’s true that I wasn’t entirely satisfied with my life.
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Read part one here I awoke with a sudden gasp, my eyes shooting open as they slowly adjusted to my new surroundings. I felt a stifling heat and struggled to move, soon realising I was lying upon hard, molten rock – facing upwards as I looked upon a blood red
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Read part one here I don’t know how long I was held in my watery prison. A month, a year…a decade? There was no way for me to measure time. Two years before my death I committed a terrible crime, and now I was suffering an ironic punishment courtesy of
I awoke in a standing position, my eyes suddenly shooting open and my legs weakening as I began to stumble. I panicked as I felt myself falling forward, instinctively reaching out to grab the nearest thing to hand, which happened to be the shirt of the guy standing in front
Read Part One here It would be fair to say that I had a problem with authority during my mortal existence. I guess that’s why I got assigned the punishment I did once I arrived in Hell. As you can imagine, rebellious behaviour isn’t exactly encouraged here in the underworld.
I attended the Devil’s War Council Read More »
The day my life changed forever started like any other…that is until I was thrust into a situation beyond my understanding or wildest imagination…forced to commit unthinkable acts just to survive. It was just a normal Tuesday, and when I got up that morning I had no idea of what
I awoke upon a field of frozen ground, shivering in the bitter cold as I tried to find my way in the darkness, and stumbling across the pitch while my eyes tried to adjust. It was almost pitch black, the only illumination coming from a pale orb in the sky
I was the leader of a hooligan firm in the 90s. Now I’m cursed for life. Read More »
I was close to my pops and it hit me hard when he passed. I want to say this before I go any further. He was always good to me and I only have the fondest memories of our time together. Days in the park, playing catch, fishing trips…You know
My grandfather contacted me from the afterlife. It’s not what you think. Read More »
I don’t know whether anyone will ever read this account which I’ve scribbled on loose sheets of paper using a leaking biro pen. I intend to stuff the papers into a sealed bottle and toss it out to sea in the remote hope that it will reach someone who knows
I am stranded on a desert island far from home. Please send help. Read More »
My name is Omar Sanchez and I’m a 17-year-old high school student living in a small town in rural West Virginia. My life over the last number of years was unextraordinary and until recently I considered myself a normal American teenager. Although I’m an only child, I grew up in
I sat on my hard, worn-out couch, chain smoking as I stared at the constant black and white static showing on my ancient television set. I’m so tired but cannot sleep. I can’t remember when I was last able to rest, let alone feel safe or secure in my home.
I am a Block Warden trapped in a Hellish Realm Read More »
If you walk through a certain run-down, inner-city area located in a working-class northern town, there’s a chance you’ll stumble across a terraced street like none other. I say there’s a chance, but in reality it’s a slim one. That’s because – technically speaking – Purgatory Street does not exist,
My Uncle David was an eccentric man. That’s not code to say he was some kind of deviant. In fact, he was a pleasant and caring man for most of his life. However, he was also a sensitive soul and not much of a people person. David never got married
War is Hell. It’s an old adage but an accurate one. The death, loss and suffering which comes from violent conflict touches everyone involved – civilians and soldiers alike, and on all sides of the dispute. No-one walks away unscathed. Some wars are necessary of course. Nations have the right
I’ve witnessed Hell’s invasion of the Earth. It can be stopped. Read More »
Those of a certain age who grew up in the UK will remember the old-style, red phone boxes, emblazoned with the Royal Crown and with the motif ‘Telephone’ written above their glass panelled swing doors. In fact, you’ve probably seen photographs of these booths which are regarded as quintessentially British,
This is a story I promised to never tell. For years I told myself it wasn’t real, that I’d suffered from a paranoid delusion or mental breakdown on the day it happened. Even now I still can’t fully rule out a mental health episode during my youth – but, in
I attended a lecture delivered by a Servant of Hell Read More »
I’ve done a lot of bad shit in my life. Sure, I can make the usual excuses for my crimes – a rough upbringing, poverty, addiction, falling in with a bad crowd and so on. It’s all true up to a point, but in the end a man needs to
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