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…
Posts By: Edwin Crowe
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 »
As I turned the corner and headed for the house, I was positive I was being followed. I had not glimpsed my stalker, but the sounds and just the sense of unease was palpable. The dog kept turning, the smell of our unseen tracker filling the air. Read more »
“The mail’s arrived guys,” John said, entering the airlock to pick up the small probe-like ship.
He frowned when he opened up the object to find just one small package.
I’m what you’d call a curtain twitcher. I watch the neighbourhood via a small opening in my front room. I see the paper boy arrive between 7am and 7.30am. The postman arrives between 8.30am and 9.30am, depending on the day. Read more »
I woke in the night with a startle. I heard rustling from the floor below. In the low light I looked for a weapon. I picked up a fork from a takeaway the night before. Read more »
My recently pregnant girlfriend sat on the couch, drunk, enjoying her last bender before parenthood. Read more »
The alarm clock read 8.05am, shit, I must have snoozed it again.
I hastily put on my clothes from the day before and ran out of the house, anxious to get to work. Read more »
When I walked into the living room and saw my daughter sitting cross-legged playing, I allowed myself a smile; this was not something I’d seen before. She picked up one of the little figurines and placed it in front of her playmate. Read more »
Sometimes forgiveness comes at a cost… Read more »
When a body decomposes, the skin becomes slack as the muscles and fat below dissolves. Read more »
When my grandmother died, it was peaceful. She went in her sleep, in the bedroom next to mine. It freaked me out at first to think I had been sleeping so close to a dead body. Read more »
The screams were deafening, I held my hands over my ears to muffle them. Men, woman and children all shrieking, the sounds so desperate and chilling. Read more »