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...
My sister didnβt come to the funeral. And I honestly didnβt blame her one bit. There towards the end of Momβs life, things had gotten unbearably rough. I took a semester off of college to stay home and help Dad out during Momβs last few months,...
All of my life, Iβve heard people say we are heading into a new utopian age of progressive enlightenment, and while I really wanted to believe that to be true, with the things I have seen going on with the world, Iβve had to remain...
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...
Paige watched with wide eyes as her friend was ushered into a cage with iron bars jagged with rust. An iron arm swung the cage over the edge of the filthy fishing boat. Paige pressed her hands together, her eyes welling with panic. βNo, please!β she pleaded. βShe...
My wife Vicky means more to me than my own life. Iβve consulted doctors after hours, anonymous clinical helplines, even a suicide hotline for Christβs sake. The only course of action that I have left is to release her into professional medical care. As weak...
This is the 2nd in a multi-part series. If you haven't already, please read the 1st part here.Β Part II To this day, I donβt know what came over me, but as the cops entered the room, I was overwhelmed with the idea that they meant me...
Part I Something extraordinary began happening to me this past month, and Iβm not sure whether I ought to be relieved or terrified. Β For all I know, itβs been going on for several months, or possibly years.Β Hell, maybe itβs been going on my entire life,...
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...
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...
Screw Marvin Jenkins. The luckiest bastard in the world. Let me start at the beginning. I was born and raised in Flagstaff, second-generation blue blood. I think I first held a gun at the age of five. I known my way around these parts probably even before...
At first, I didnβt think anything of it. My neighbor would stop to chat with me, leash in hand, and I would catch glimpses of the metal slider dangling from its belly. I assumed it was wearing a piece of pet clothing, or that perhaps...
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...
Scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch βHello?β Scratch scratch scratch scratch βHello? Somebody? Anybody?!β Scratch scratch scratch scratch βCan anybody hear me?! Please! Please, get me out of here!β Casey stirred. He couldnβt see anything, but he could hear her loud and clear. βDove? Is that you?β Of course it was. Her voice was...
I think thereβs three of them still out there β three wolves. Aside from the one I killed, Iβve only seen two at any given time, but theyβre distinct enough for me to tell them apart β there are three of them. Weβve been trapped...
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...
When I was a kid, my stepfather asked me what I wanted to be when I grow up. βA magician,β I answered quickly with worldwide clarity. He huffed at that answer. βThat ainβt a job, son. Wearing makeup and doing a little dance at parties ainβt...
I woke up at 3 AM to someone singing through my window. Her voice sounded so close β just inches from my open window. But when I peered out, I didnβt see anyone there. I donβt even remember opening my window, to be honest. All I remember...