Scary stories. Everything was clean, the AC was set to a comfortable temperature, I had finger foods out, chill music playing, and a candle going. I was still new and this was one of my first solo events, but I felt like I was ready. The house was cute. It was one story, three beds,…
Scary stories. Two days ago, I overdosed. From what I was told later, my supposed “friends” pulled up in front of the hospital, threw me out of the car onto the pavement, and took off. I was pronounced dead for almost a minute. I need to share what I saw with anyone willing to listen….
Scary stories “Hank, can you run down to the basement and fetch me some more flour?” I asked my son, who had just come downstairs for breakfast. He plopped down onto one of the kitchen chairs and shook his little head. “No,” he muttered, ”I can’t.” I craned my neck to look at him from…
It was 7:45 pm on a Friday night. Truthfully I got home from work at 7:30. I was just sitting there for 15 minutes, staring at the kitchen light shining through the window on this dark evening and feeling the sense of dread that radiated from that house, Her house. My wife Megan was an amazing girlfriend,…
If you have received a message from MaxStax719 on Kik don’t respond. They want you to play The Kik Game and it isn’t what it seems. I’ve never thought of myself as a stupid kid but today I know I am. I started playing The Kik Game and now I’m in deep shit. It all started like…
“You’re new, right? Well, we’re glad to have you. Have you tried the fries yet?” It was the question everyone had been asking me since I started work at the facility. I wasn’t enthusiastic about eating lunch there…for a number of reasons. Firstly, my work: I cut up fish corpses for science. You can get…
It only started a little while ago but I fear it’s getting much worse. My dad has started alternating between two faces that couldn’t be more different. The first one has brown eyes just like mine, glasses that are much bigger than mine, and a beard that I won’t be able to grow for at…
My father and I sat in silence at the kitchen table, his fork clicking against the plate as he ate. “Where’s your mother tonight?” I gave him a hard stare from across the table. “Stepmother. Who knows where she’s at.” Things changed when mom died. The void she left behind had strained my relationship with…
How does it work? Death, I mean. How does it work? That was the point of the entire study– the trial. What happens when we die, where do we go, what does it feel like, and is it even worth the hassle? Is there a heaven? A hell? We didn’t know, but we wanted to….
I guess I noticed it right after Easter? That was when the red flags were half staffed, but I mean for granted this week was far from normal anyway. This year we flocked away from doing the – go to her mother’s and want to blast my brains out while her racist uncles discuss politics and…