When F.S. Krug arrives in Waverly’s Crossing and opens The Order Store, the townsfolk are intrigued by his unusual business. But soon, whispers spreadβ€”Krug can grant wishes to those willing to visit him after hours. At first, the wishes seem miraculous, but one by one,...

Twelve-year-old Sam never believed in ghost stories, but when he stumbles upon something impossible in the woodsβ€”a towering, grinning figure that seems to exist outside of reality itselfβ€”his life changes forever. The creature watches him, follows him, and bends time to its will, rendering him...

Drawn by the lure of an unsolved mystery, Elena Vaughn follows the rhythmic ticking of unseen clockwork deep into the woods of Black Hollow, Colorado. What she finds is a nightmare of shifting streets, grotesque masquerades, and debt collectors who deal in time itself. Marked...

As a child, a park ranger followed the legend of Lady Bluebell to safety when he was lost in the woods. Years later, he finds himself guiding a lost hiker who insists that the blue tape and bellsβ€”long dismantledβ€”led her to him. But the deeper...

Investigative journalist Flora Sampson has unraveled many mysteries in her career, but none as strange as James Hawkins. His past is a puzzleβ€”missing records, contradictory accounts, and an unsettling familiarity with stories best left in childhood. As she presses for answers, Hawkins reveals an unbelievable...

When a series of brutal killings shakes the remote town of Port Smith, Sheriff Caleb Dunn is thrust into a fight for survival against an unseen predator. The victims are found mutilated, arranged in ritualistic displays, and eerily stripped of their clothing. With an unforgiving...

James was an eight-year-old boy with the heart of a dog and the energy of a hummingbird. His mother died when he was only five, so he lived with his grandmother, Babcia. They were very poor: their house was a tiny, dilapidated thing, with a...

Most children say they want to run away from home but few ever do it. My brother Joey was definitely in the latter category, using the excuse of freedom and independence to constantly break our parents’ rules. He was a dreamer, an adventurer, someone that refused...

The carpet smells of decay and mud as I flatten my face against the floor in an attempt to hide under our queen-sized bed. An incessant banging at the door resonates through my brain, feeling like I’m being impaled with an iron spike. Each knock slams...

My name is Mortimer Lipschitz. I know the name itself suggests otherwise, but I shit you not. That's really my name. I used to wish it wasn't. On all that's holy, I wished it wasn't. But I suppose that the name was never really the...

β€œChrist,” I muttered to myself, as the first flakes of snow started to fall.Β  They gathered in fuzzy clumps over the windshield before my wipers cleared them away.Β  I’d been waiting for fifteen β€” no, twenty minutes now β€” in my sister’s driveway.Β  Had I...

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