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Knee Deep
By Ryan G. Sanders Jessie edged his feet into the thick sludge and sighed, he had not expected his life to take such a turn when he was a younger man. The bubbling, festering pool of Hubert Armstrong was a particularly loud nail in the resounding coffin monotony of his existence as an industrial cleaner. [...]
30Jun2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedA Dream of Red Hands
By Bram Stoker The first opinion given to me regarding Jacob Settle was a simple descriptive statement. “He’s a down-in-the-mouth chap”: but I found that it embodied the thoughts and ideas of all his fellow- workmen. There was in the phrase a certain easy tolerance, an absence of positive feeling of any kind, rather than [...]
8Apr2010 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedDracula’s Guest
By Bram Stoker When we started for our drive the sun was shining brightly on Munich, and the air was full of the joyousness of early summer. Just as we were about to depart, Herr Delbruck (the maitre d’hotel of the Quatre Saisons, where I was staying) came down bareheaded to the carriage and, after [...]
6Apr2010 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Snow
By Walt Trizna See the delicate snowflakes fall, Falling, falling, falling. Whitening the earth, awaiting below, Falling, falling, falling. See the mounds of glittering white, Building, building, building. As they hide the ground from sight, Building, building, building. See the ceaseless falling snow, Falling, falling, falling. Will it stop, no one quite knows, Falling, falling, [...]
1Apr2010 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Burial of the Rats
By Bram Stoker Leaving Paris by the Orleans road, cross the Enceinte, and, turning to the right, you find yourself in a somewhat wild and not at all savoury district. Right and left, before and behind, on every side rise great heaps of dust and waste accumulated by the process of time. Paris has its [...]
28Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Invisible Giant
By Bram Stoker Time goes on in the Country Under the Sunset much as it does here. Many years passed away; and they wrought much change. And now we find a time when the people that lived in good King Mago’s time would hardly have known their beautiful Land if they had seen it again. [...]
28Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedGrayer
By Jamie VanGeest I am an imprint from a mold or wisdom’s afterthought. All of my features are shades of brown with my light russet hair, my eyes the shade of dirt baking in the sun, and a diluted sludge and milk complexion. If my exterior is brown, my life is gray. Dense shades of [...]
16Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Journal of Malcolm Coles
By Chris Tepedino Investigator’s note: Entries are from 5 March 2009 through 11 April 2009. The victim’s name has been changed for the family’s privacy. Does anyone need a reason to kill? I’m a young man, twenty-six, a graduate student, and the question intrigues me. It’s the question that has led to this new predicament. [...]
8Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Gift of Death
By Walt Trizna Will’s bedroom was cast in shadows by the moonlight filtering through the window. Lying next to him was the naked body of a young woman. With her lips slightly parted, she appeared as if she were in a gentle sleep. He face, framed by short blond hair, was at peace. Her body [...]
7Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedBeyond Repair
By Jason Sawyer More than anything, he notices the cold. How fitting, he thinks. It shouldn’t be a bright, sunny day. How very fitting. The reverend drones on beneath the crowded tent, his smooth, practiced words offering no comfort. The wind howls through the mass of people causing them to shudder and clench their coats [...]
2Mar2010 | Editor | 1 comment | ContinuedOut of Work
By P.D. Stephens “You are not understanding me,” he shouted. The girl behind the counter looked at him like he was the asshole. “I understand you perfectly. What would you like me to do?” “Get your manager is what I’d like you to do.” The girl behind the counter disappeared into a door next to [...]
19Feb2010 | Editor | 1 comment | ContinuedUnwelcomed Guests
By Walt Trizna Will Trizma was a writer of ghost stories and mined the local countryside for legends and their settings. The area abounded in both. His wife, Joan, acted as his editor and sounding board for his ideas. At times, the only comment she would make is, “You’re sick.” Not only did he write [...]
8Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | Continued76 Hammer On-Ramp
By P.D. Stephens This morning I wanted a story. I started the morning out how I start all mornings out: by watching the cars. You see, I live on an on-ramp to the highway. My apartment is on the second floor overlooking the great view of the cars speeding by. On most mornings I will [...]
24Jan2010 | Editor | 1 comment | ContinuedThe Horror at Lake Harmony
By Walt Trizna It was a quiet, lovely June night. The light of a crescent moon walked across the tranquil surface of the lake as waves lapped its shore. The air was filled with the smoke of campfires reaching skyward, as the smoke of many ancient fires did so many years ago. I sat quietly [...]
21Jan2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedIntelligent Design?
By Robert Reese Last night I did something that I swore I’d never do: I picked up a hitchhiker on my way home from work. And, right off, I knew that I had made a mistake. I think it was the way that he climbed into my car out of the hot, foggy night that [...]
15Jan2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedMartian Night
By R.H. Reese “It always begins with the cold. That terrible cold, it’s like I’ve been transported to Antarctica. When I feel that, I know it’s going to happen again. I know I’m awake, but I can’t move, and it’s so dark that I can’t see anything except tiny flashes of light. “Then I sense [...]
13Jan2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedBalance
By Walt Trizna Nijo London pounded on the door of her small cell – her world now for over a year – until her fists bled. “Let me out!” she screamed although she knew her plea would go unanswered. She stepped back and studied the door covered with dark brown outlines of her fists from [...]
11Jan2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedWhy Kill Oswald?
By Robert Reese Dallas, Texas; November 22, 1963: A feeling of excitement fills the air at the Texas Schoolbook Depository this cool Friday morning; President John F. Kennedy’s motorcade is scheduled to pass directly in front of the depository in less than an hour. As if on cue, the sun has just broken through some [...]
7Jan2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Legend Of French Creek
By Walt Trizna Not far from my home in southeastern Pennsylvania, the small towns yield to a rural countryside. Heavily timbered, with a sense of remoteness, the area has always been one of legend and mystery. The story you’re about to read is one of the legends generated by this atmosphere. For those curious enough [...]
4Jan2010 | Editor | 2 comments | Continued