25 Sep What Time Is It?Β
PART ONE I guess Iβll start with an introduction?Β My name is Brendon Spirit.Β Ac...
PART ONE I guess Iβll start with an introduction?Β My name is Brendon Spirit.Β Ac...
Woodard Hall was empty.Β All the university workers were gone for the day, but it didnβt matter whether the building was occupied or not; it always felt empty.Β The long corridors sprinkled with muted orange lights drained all the energy out of the building, like...
Mr. Vanhin had a wonderful day.Β He woke up at 5 am, said his morning prayers, and cooked himself a full breakfast, complete with fried eggs, sausages, and bacon.Β At 10 am, after a short nap in his favorite armchair, he grabbed his cane, put...
I was always told not to look out a window at night, because you might not like whatβs looking back at you. They call this an βold wivesβ taleβ or something like that, but for me, it was just a bunch of silly crap, so...
βDaddy, why is mommy so cold?β She was dead. Maurice knew that much, but why was she so cold? His father, a stout man named Gregory, was silent. Everyone knows we die. Not even children deny it. Yet knowing a fact and believing it are different....
Prejudice has always required three main ingredients: One, lots of people with one or more common traits. Two, other people that donβt share those traits. Three, enough people upset over it. Silverkey Crossing has always been predominantly white like any small town of the Midwest. Said...
My mother and I live in a relatively small Midwest town of approximately 10,000 people. In a town this small, itβs common to run into many of the same people during your daily routine, as people tend to take the same roads and have the...
I didnβt plan on staying at a motel that night.Β My apartment is normally a perfectly nice, pleasant, and comfortable place to stay.Β Unfortunately, the notice on the door of the building said we had to make other arrangements for the next two days.Β Why,...
When I was growing up my family had issues with trespassers. Not something you expect to deal with when your home sits along the shores of a secluded lake hidden deep within the woods. Even more surprising when your neighbors are all members of your...
When Carson first noticed the sounds in his cellar, he ascribed them to the rats. Later he began to hear the tales which were whispered by the superstitious Polish mill workers in Derby Street regarding the first occupant of the ancient house, Abigail Prinn. There...
βHow much longer till we reach the campsite?β Archer pursed his lips as he thought. βI dunno, maybe another hour, maybe two...
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...
Today marks the twentieth anniversary of my fatherβs death, taken away by a single, senseless act. It just so happens that today is also my birthday. Heβd been working late. As he often did, regardless of birthdays or holidays. I understood it was a painful memory...
When a heart fell out of the medicine cabinet, Carrie Pickett screamed. Not two seconds ago, sheβd wandered in, relieved herself, and opened the swing-door for her sleeping pills. Out it rolled, rebounding off the sink and against the floor with a sickening plop! The sudden movement startled...
Saturday This sounds absolutely idiotic. I know youβve all heard this kind of thing before β someone thinks her house is haunted, everyone else assures her that sheβs just paranoid, and all kinds of terror and gore follows. Itβs the stuff of every campy, B-list horror...
βDo not go outside! Ignore all cries for help, no matter how human they sound!β shouted Alexβs dad. He pulled the cellar door over and paused to look back. βAnd lock this door behind me.β The door slammed shut. Alex locked it, walked down the stairs...
Youβre probably like me, skeptical of all things unexplained. Never in my life have I believed anything that doesnβt have a logical explanation, even if it means I have to string together the most tenuous logic just to make something reasonable. This is me. Why...
I found out about him through a friend. I guess thatβs how most people find out about him. I guess itβs sort of awful, if you think about it. It would make more sense if your worst enemy told you about him. His name is Robbie....
From the moment she learned to walk, little Myrtle dreamed of becoming a tap dancer. She would totter through the house, her chubby bare feet slapping arrhythmically on the hardwood, her squeaky voice calling out βTa-ta-ta-ta-ta!β like tap shoes on a stage. When her second-grade teacher...
Warren hated that old house. It was coming up on two years since he'd bought it. Everything in it creaked and leaked, from the basement to the roof, and everything between. It had bare, wooden floors that warped and leaned at crooked angles. Bathrooms wallpapered in...