If Bill Nye can’t explain it, then there’s space for it here.
Old houses have a spirit of their own. We don’t usually notice during the day when the sun is warm …
There are walls in this world that cannot be crossed. There is no force so great, nor light so harsh, …
It was one of those nights where nothing went according to plan. An evening out with friends, but I couldn’t …
There are only two things worth knowing about hell: you wouldn’t be there if you didn’t deserve it, and you …
I have two immediate neighbors in my apartment building. Ms. Bangles is a sixty year old woman who somehow has …
Read MoreMy neighbor calls them his children. I call it an infestation.
We don’t talk about the ones who never come back. Not in my house, not at school, not anywhere in my town. But not talking about them doesn’t bring them back, and it doesn’t stop more people from disappearing, so I’m going to tell you everything I know.
I was almost friends with a monster when I was eleven years old. I would have preferred a human friend, but my family had just moved to a new city where everyone was cold and distant. My father promised that I would meet new people at school, but there were still a few weeks of summer and I had nothing to do.
Patient Name: Jordan Malone
Age: 42
Sex: Male
Diagnosis: Xenophobia
Time of death: To be determined
I’d already found the engagement ring my boyfriend Niles hid in his sock drawer. Now he was taking me on a romantic weekend getaway with a private dinner at the base of a waterfall. It was supposed to be the best day of my life, but now he’s dead and it’s all my fault.
There’s an old man who claims to be my grandfather, but I don’t believe him. Both my parents have warned me not to talk to him, but it’s difficult because he’s always waiting for me on my walk to high school.