I have obsessive compulsive disorder. I’m not a germaphobe or a checker, I just really hate odd numbers. It’s hard to explain, I just don’t feel right and I have to rectify it. I see one shoe on the floor, I have to find the other before the anxiety becomes unbearable. I buy food in pairs. I have two cars, even though I only use one. Read more »
Posts By: Edwin Crowe
I took the drugs to allow me to escape the depressing life I made for myself. A combination of bad decisions and lack of a father figure brought me here. Read more »
My uncle died recently.
Our family is close, closer than usual in a day of social media and distances pulling apart fragile relationships so all that’s left is a phone call on holidays and birthdays. Read more »
We have this new guy at work. He’s not said a word to anyone outside the meetings he has with his boss. He’s a web developer. He’s given a specification document, dons his headphones and just taps away. Read more »
I looked at the face staring back at me in the mirror and sighed. Its leathery skin made me look old. The holes for eyes appeared like they were cut by a maniac; no that will not do at all. Read more »
Chilling Tales for Dark Nights have teamed together with David Cummings of The No Sleep Podcast to release Drinking Games on YouTube. Read more »
I’m a people watcher; a hobby that lends itself to a barista such as me. The coffee shop I run looks out on main street, a typical urban carriageway; large glass windows frame the human traffic passing. It was from here that I watched a daily ritual performed by a regular customer, just a sweet bit of charity, but now I wish I hadn’t. Read more »
This has just happened, I want to get this down as quick as possible, while it is fresh in my mind. Read more »
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 »
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