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I waited for what seemed like hours before I was called in.
“Come on in, Mr Johnson,” the man in the immaculately ironed suit announced.
I was pushed into the over-bright office; a computer sat, waiting for me. Read more »
They say, write what you know. But what if you’ve written about everything you know, where do you go then? When it happened to me, I looked for a muse, something to inspire me. Read more »
I had them since I was a child, sometimes they seemed to come from the people around me, as if I could hear their thoughts; I’d shout at them, they’d look at me strangely and think I was mad. Read more »
“How did you get on with the CBT I assigned you last week?” the therapist asked.
“Good,” I replied nervously, knowing it didn’t help shit. I hugged my arms and rubbed them to ground myself.
I couldn’t believe how fat I’d become. Looking in the mirror, I’d see a monster staring back at me; kankles for fuck sake! Read more »
I swear to God it was never there before, in the middle of the forest behind my parents’ house, but there it was. Read more »
I saw the outline of a gun tucked under his shirt, signifying he was not as innocent as he looked.
“Come inside and have a sit down, I’m sure whatever’s happened can be worked out. What do you say, son?”
The young man stopped as he thought about my offer before letting go and walking past me into the house.
I sat the cup of coffee down in front of him.
“So boy, do you have a name?”
iquid bubbled around the brain as electricity charged the wires connecting to it.
We watched the screen in anticipation.
“Lieutenant, hit it again. ”
I pressed the charge button again, my jaw dropping as words began to appear on the computer screen.”
Drowning; watching water soak into the fibers of a soft cloth, stuffed violently into a man’s mouth, is memorizing. Something so simple, anybody can do it, but the panic it generates is unbelievable. Don’t try this yourself, I’m a professional, just take my word.
“Ah, Ms Parsons, is it?” the man in the suit asked as he referred to his notes.
“Yes, sir,” I responded, sitting in the chair on the other side of the desk.
My husband woke in a cold sweat, complaining of someone holding him down in as he slept.
I’ve heard them again; the footsteps that creep past my door. They were louder than before, followed by dragging sounds. I’m so scared, I want to hide. Writing this down calms me, it always does, makes me feel that I am not alone in here. I have to be a brave little girl, just like my mother said. They can’t hurt you, all they can do is scare you…
I was the first person to win a Nobel prize for not what I did, but what I was, my blood.
A real Djinn can be indistinguishable between you and me, not like the one portrayed in Aladdin. You do not need to rub a lamp for it to appear. In some cultures, they believe that these *beings* have free will and they certainly do not have to be benevolent. Read more »
We sat in a circle underneath a tree in the shade, away from the blazing sun that signaled the start of summer.
In unison, we turned to see Jack approaching us. We’d not seen him for weeks, not since his step father was sent to prison for abusing him. He smiled and sat down next to us. Read more »
I heard the front door slam shut and ran down the stairs. I saw Shawn smiling up at me, my heart skipped a beat.
“What just happened?” I asked annoyed. Read more »
The many-worlds hypothesis asserts that all possible realities exist. Every action, no matter how small, causes the universe to branch. For instance, if you roll a die and it lands on a six, other “universes” are created where each of the other numbers were rolled, infinite numbers of them at that, all with slightly different outcomes. Read more »
I hobbled down the staircase to my basement, using my walking stick for balance. I looked at the contractor finish installing the heavy metal door that would seal my safe room and smiled, “You’ve done a great job. I’m going to feel so much better now.” “You’re welcome, sir,” he responded, “You have enough shelves… Read more »
Darren sat against the wall stroking his wife’s hair as he held her head in his hands.
“I love you so much, honey,” he said crying, tears splashing on her auburn hair. Read more »
I sat gobsmacked and terrified watching the TV, as I saw the lottery numbers were read out. One by one matching the set of numbers I’d written in my dream diary. Read more »
I’d tweaked the machine for months and I was ready. Sitting in my creation, I locked myself in, entered the time and pressed the button. Read more »
The light was bright, I closed my eyes as soon as they opened.
“I think he’s awake,” I heard from an unseen man. Read more »
Mr Wednesday features on this week’s episode of The Nosleep Podcast. It’s a great rendition voice acted by Peter Lewis, Nikolle Doolin, Jessica McEvoy and David Cummings. http://www.thenosleeppodcast.com/?p=2040
As we arrived at the top of the mountain, I put my arm around my son.
“Such a gorgeous sunset, isn’t it son?” Read more »
I had been in here for days. I’d been denied food for what seems like weeks. I huddled myself in the corner of the room, pulling my knees to my chest. Read more »