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It’s Not About You 27 Aug 2013 | 09:00 am
You and Sarah rush through the doors as Rachel screams. Her cries abruptly cut off as the stone doors slam shut, though you can still hear a faint grinding coming from behind you. At the beginning, th...
The House on Harbor View Road 26 Aug 2013 | 09:00 am
I think it should go down in law that all small towns need an urban legend. Nothing ushers in excitement to a dull, lackluster town like a good ol’ fashioned ghost tale. Or monster tale, or murder tal...
Just Telling Stories 25 Aug 2013 | 09:00 am
“Go on. Tell me stories.” “What kind?” Her eyes glittered in the light from the bedside lamp. “Scary ones.” They were in twin beds facing each other over the gap. There was not much luxury in this ...
The Maid 24 Aug 2013 | 09:00 am
January 21, 1922 I reached the farm just a few hours ago, and it is more than I could have possibly imagined. I knew as soon as I arrived that I had made the right choice. I was so uncertain about le...
Regression 23 Aug 2013 | 09:00 am
It looked like a normal wet morning when I collected the innocuous mixture of junkmail and brown envelopes from the hall; by the time I’d finished the letter the overcast sky seemed to have sucked the...
Running 22 Aug 2013 | 09:00 am
Dear Hannah, I’ve been doing a lot of running lately. It’s an excellent way to stay in shape. Obviously. But that’s not really why I do it. Mostly I just like the fresh air and the freedom, y’know, ...
One Hour 21 Aug 2013 | 09:00 am
Today was perfectly normal to begin with, nothing out of the ordinary at all. The same old droning of daytime television and cars, the occasional bird just loud enough in the backyard to make itself h...
Trust Me 20 Aug 2013 | 09:00 am
“I will not cry.” That was my silent mantra as I sat, staring straight ahead, doing my best to show no reaction in response to the bitter hatred pouring from their mouths. This can’t be right. I mus...
Where A Kid Can Be A Kid 19 Aug 2013 | 09:00 am
When I was a child my father owned a janitorial company that worked almost every night at our local Showbiz Pizza Place/Chuck E. Cheese’s. He would often bring me to work with him so I could play all ...
Tran-Siberian Express 18 Aug 2013 | 09:00 am
Day 1 After stowing our luggage away under the bottom bunk and taking a few moments to adjust to our new ‘home’ for the next seven days, we turned to face our travelling companion or the random stran...
