I look at the photo, it’s something very innocuous, it’s of a bed, the sheets are pulled taught over the mattress, the room is clean and tidy, a picture of a perfect bedroom. The thing that concerns is my wife sits on the edge of the bed, her head in her hands, she’s crying. Read more »
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It’s funny, really. We lock our cars and houses. The sensible among us use anti-virus software on our computers. We wouldn’t dream of allowing a stranger into our homes, unless they are from the electricity company or something similar. Read more »
An out of body experience is defined as a sensation of being outside one’s body, typically of floating and being able to observe oneself from a distance. This is the best way I can describe the feeling I had when my brother misbehaved. As if I was in obscurity, unattached to the world, an observer, unable to help him. Read more »
The cave grew dark almost as quickly as the temperature dropped. Darren turned on the flashlight and lit up the jagged sandstone walls that stretched out of sight of the torch. He’d been here before, but this was the first time on his own. In caves, you have a tendency to lose where you are. Anxious isn’t the right word, but when you turn around and it is just as dark and unfamiliar as where you came from, you wish you weren’t so scared. Read more »
They chose the dungeon of all places to set up the Ouija board. It sat on a large stone table that had once housed a rack, used for stretching prisoners to get them to confess. Sometimes, just to torture them.
The room was lit with candles, all prepared by the medium to make the place look imposing. Read more »
I mowed the grass the caretaker told me to, removed the dead flowers that were scattered on many sites, and picked up the trash and other detritus left by mourners.
He was satisfied with the work I’d done in the morning and we walked together between the tomb stones.
“Do you have any scary stories?” I asked. Read more »
When I was a new EMT and chatted with my jaded colleagues, only once did I hear the words Schrödinger’s patient, and when I did the conversation ended quickly. I pressed, wanting to know more, but I was firmly instructed to leave off. Read more »
Halloween is over, however, I thought I’d relay this story, a story my Dad told me. He retold the story many times over the years, each time a little different to the time before, as with any tale. He stopped telling me the story when I became a teenager. That is a long time ago, just thinking about it makes me feel old. Don’t think for a second, I believed it. Well, not until tonight anyway. Read more »
I heard footsteps at night coming from the ceiling. But when I pulled down the ladder and checked, there was no-one there. From the hole in the floor I shone my torch, the beam lit up the corners of the dusty attic to reveal nothing but dust motes and old furniture. Read more »
When the post arrived I was intrigued that I received a personal letter. I put the parcel down on the table.
I ripped open the envelope and took out the paper.
The text read, The last will and testament of Sarah Carl Read more »
I never thought I’d be going back to my holiday cabin. It had been three years since I boarded it up and left for good. But today, the police visited me. They didn’t seem to suspect me, but I could tell, my days were numbered; I needed to make sure there was no evidence. Read more »
I was eighteen when my Dad was diagnosed with cancer. The disease took him quickly, but on his deathbed he asked everyone to leave and with all his energy he sat up in bed.
“Son, life will throw you curve balls and sometimes you’ll feel you don’t know what to do, but there is always hope. Open the drawer over there,” he said, gesturing to the cabinet next to the bed. Read more »
I’ve never dealt with a lost or abandoned child before. I don’t deal well with kids as it is, but a lost one, I was way out of my depth.
It was closing time when he walked in.
“Sorry kid, we’re closed,” I said putting on my coat. Read more »
“So, you found me,” the old man said as he answered the door.
“You’re a hard man to track down.”
He opened the door and welcomed me in. Read more »
“Please don’t!” she pleaded.
“Jessica, I promise to turn you back on as soon as I get back from work,” I said, trying to sooth her.
“You wouldn’t turn your wife off!” Read more »
I put the tray on the table and sat. I’d arrived quite late, the cafeteria had already started to empty. I shovelled bland food into my mouth feeling a little let down that this was going to be what I’d be eating for the next four years.
Looking up, my gaze caught that of a blond girl on the table next to mine. She smiled awkwardly, which fluttered the butterflies that suddenly occupied my stomach. A cold sweat gathered and I averted my gaze.
The screams for help were so loud, I could hear them through the walls of the house. I ran to the front door, picked up my shotgun and peeked around the door. The barely clothed woman ran along the dirt road in a panic. The metal manacles that adorned her wrists and neck glinted from the midday sun.
“Over here,” I shouted, waving at her.
I came to; I took a moment to get my bearings. *Where am I?* I opened my eyes and scanned the candlelit room that surrounded me. It appeared to be a basement. When I saw the teenage faces peering back at me, their mouths agape, I knew what was going on.
I remember a friend of mine tell me that thunder was clouds bumping together, he was proud when he told me that; he was also twenty-six. It’s amazing what we believe when told at such a young age.
When I was thirteen, my dad said I was old enough to help him out. My dad was a mortician.
I remembered the sleepless nights in the week leading up to it. The nightmares were horrific, and they never stopped. Before I didn’t know exactly what he did, but I knew it involved dead bodies. I cried, but he said I was a man now, and this was something a man does, I believed him. Read more »
It was the day the pigs were going to slaughter, always a somber affair. It’s hard not to get attached to the little buggers. They may look all the same to the untrained eye, but to someone who sees them everyday, each are unique with their own personality. I was going to miss them. Read more »
A fire raged, warming the small cabin.
The man behind the counter smiled and picked up the ID. He looked the man up and down, checking his credentials. Read more »
I saw her standing in front of the open window, her nightgown blowing in the wind, silhouetted by the moonlight. Read more »
L’appel du vide as they say in France. This is the urge people get to jump from high places, to push people under trains, to stab someone when they are holding a knife. Read more »
I’d taken fifty photos in all, and the apparition appeared in all of them. Anxiety filled me; looking at the images uploaded to my PC, it scared me. Read more »
The station was already deserted, the daily commute over hours ago. The shops that would have been bustling during the day, locked up tight and dark. The temperature dropped the lower I descended into the East Ham station. Read more »