Serena had a nose ring, which indicated she was probably an attention-seeking slut and uninterested in nice guys like me, but to my surprise, she sent the first message. Final-fucking-ly. I’d been on Tinder for eight years and hadn’t had a single match. For some reason, Western women REALLY had it out for me. I…
Descending down The Staircase should be the goal of every scientist, philosopher, or dreamer across the globe but its existence is kept secret. The first reason for that is that as each step tells whoever takes it a deep and fundamental truth about the universe, the governments who are aware of The Staircase want to…
“I like it out here, George,” Lennie said. “It’s all peaceful-like.” “Yeah.” “You know what it reminds me of, George?” “I don’t.” “All that corn over there on that side of the tracks—it reminds me of Children of the Corn.” “That Steven King novel?” “Yeah—but more the movie than the novel.” “I can see that.” They…
“Do you need help, miss?” I glanced up from my phone to notice the man offering to help the girl pry the train window open. “No! Stay away!” she shouted, continuing to wrestle with the window latch. He put his hands up in defensive confusion and went back to his spot a few rows back….
There it was again. That chesty cough, dying into a drowning gurgle, very close. As if whoever was coughing was in the bedroom with them. Right at the foot of their bed. “He’s here again” Lisa turned to her lover, her eyes wide open. Mo nodded and stroked her soft hair. “I know sweetheart. Let…
I’m writing this as my girlfriend tells me the story so these will be her words pretty much. My job is just to type and try not to screw up too much. When I was 12 years old I spent the night with my best friend Carrie. We had big plans for our sleepover. We…
About 3 summers ago my husband and I got an invite from his aunt Vicky to spend a week at her house in Florida. She lived a few miles from a beach in a tourist town so we decided to go. My husband had always told me his aunt was a little weird but she…
I had just moved to a new neighbourhood, and transferred into another school, AGAIN. This was my 17th school in my 15 years of life. I was not an army brat, or anything, I just had a difficult mother, who was a big fan of running from her problems or mistakes, most of which happened…
My sister lives in the most active haunted house I’ve been in. It doesn’t freak my sister out all that bad or me for the most part, because we both grew up in a haunted house, so we’re no strangers to the unexplained. When it comes to my brother-in-law and the kids it’s a different…
I had a good childhood for the most part. I grew up in a neighborhood that had plenty of kids my age to play with. There was a lake with a rope swing for hot summer days. Growing up in Florida a shady cool lake was a welcome reprieve. My grandma even lived next door…