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A strange old house stands in rural northeastern Tennessee. The manor was once owned by a recluse. No one knew him, and he maintained that privacy. Gossip and tall tales revolved around him, so much so that the locals began…
We went hiking that October. The weather was cool and clear. The day began uneventfully. The forecast was positive. We geared up and traipsed across the countryside. It was me and my friends, Evan, Trinity, and Gavin. We walked for…
My dad died when I was young, so for a long time, it was just me and Mom. We stayed with her aunt for a week one summer. Aunt Zilphy had a good-sized house far back in the hollow. It…
The house I grew up in was… odd, to say the least. I knew it, but I always hoped none of my friends did. A friend of mine stayed with me one Friday night. For the sake of the story,…
I often visited my best friend growing up. We lived in southwestern Virginia, a fairly rural area of the Appalachian Mountains. Their family rented an old farmhouse. It wasn’t anything special, just an old two-story white house. The house had…
I’d always been a skeptic when it came to the supernatural… I guess that would translate to: I tended to be an asshole. Growing up, I’d scoff at ghost stories and dismiss them as flights of fancy, indigestion, hallucinations, pretty…
I never imagined my mundane job at Barrows-Carter would take the sinister turn it did that night. Don’t worry… I don’t exactly have to worry about job security or backlash from discussing this… I wish I did. For the longest…
The drive home was always a peaceful part of my routine. It was usually dark by the time I left the office. The city lights twinkled like stars and guided me through the familiar streets. I would eventually leave the…
1. The manuscript package lay on his desk. The same hopeful author had mailed the same unsolicited package to him over eight times in the past year. Hoover Morris loathed the existence of unsolicited manuscripts. He hated their presence in…
I He lost his footing as he crested the mountain. He twisted his right ankle and slid. The gentle slope wasn’t exactly sharp, but was steep enough to send him rolling. He couldn’t stop his body. The evening dew had…
