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Posts By: Edwin Crowe
I put my food on the table and the doorbell rang. I breathed a deep sigh and clenched my jaw. I closed the door behind me and made my way to the front of the house. Read more »
When the rains came, they didn’t yield for weeks. Gallons of water fell, turning the roads into rivers and basements into tanks. I watched from the top of the stairs into the dark room beneath the house, hearing the water rush in, destroying everything we’d kept down there. Read more »
I tucked my little girl into bed, “Good night sweety, don’t let the bed bugs bite,” I said leaving the room. Read more »
Anxious, the man pulled on the hemp rope, barely hearing the bells ring out on the surface. Read more »
A rat placed into a maze will push forth, choosing left and right, until it meets a dead end. Then it will turn back, again searching for an exit. Read more »
Time is relative, and time can be short. Read more »
They let themselves known after the virus took hold… Read more »
I asked my daughter… Read more »
It’s an ancient hunting technique used by the Inuit Read more »
A boy and a father hunt for the first time… Read more »
Not again, it’s impossible, please don’t do this to me. It’s dark, I sit up in bed, fear manifesting itself as sweat and anxiety. The footsteps thud past my bedroom again. They pace back and forth, until there’s a knock on my door; I don’t answer it, I’m petrified.
A couple of friends set out in search of an urban legend. But find out that on All Hallows Eve, it’s best not to tempt fate. Read more »
All my money and all my time, Immortality will be mine Read more »
It’s been 72 hours since I last saw my brother Read more »
Please, Just Come Home Now on the NoSleep Podcast!
Drinking games on the NoSleep Podcast!
Fifteen Minute Warning on the NoSleep Podcast
What about the voices? They won’t stop Read more »
Two years ago, to the day, I was on a school trip to the Grand Canyon. I can remember it as clear as yesterday. Standing at the edge of that red wound carved into the Earth by ice floes millions of years ago, it cleared my mind; such magnificence, such beauty, my hand on the… Read more »
I’ve just moved into a house a serial killer used to own. My closest friends think I’m crazy; but I wasn’t going to turn down such an opportunity.
Another great community video of one of my stories
Check out this fantastic rendition of my short My Basement, My Prison, My Home on YouTube!
Approaching home, walking the dogs, the street lights went out…
It’s dark; did you hear a scuttering?