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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…
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…
“You’ll do it if you love me, Erin. If you care for your marriage.” Cary glared at her and she backed down. She couldn’t believe what he said. Why? Why did he react in that way? She had followed him…
I I had no idea what lay ahead of me, probably nothing more than another hoax. Blue Hills Memorial Hospital had a long and uneventful history, yet the lore had lasted for decades. The stories I’d heard as a child…
With great force, the wind blew the tree branches against the window. Inky and black, the night seemed to be a frightening predator and I the only prey. Only a thin pane of glass protected me and sheltered me from…
I’m not a big believer in the unusual . . . or paranormal . . . whatever you want to call it. But something happened to me several years ago. I recently noticed a number of disappearances . . .…
I’d always heard that driving at night could be an eerie experience, but never truly understood it until that fateful evening. It was a typical dark and moonless night when I found myself on a long, winding road that stretched…
Day One I took the advice of my co-worker and embarked on the vacation of my dreams. My doctor said my blood pressure was rapidly becoming a serious problem and I had to lower my stress level. What better way…
“What exactly do you dream?” The psychologist spoke without emotion. That was his manner. He was always calm, always placid. “What do you think?” “I can’t imagine, I’m sure. Let me guess. Wealth? Power? You seem to have a thirst…
