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Where is Jacob?
Where is Jacob? The Grist Mill in Martintown, Ontario, Canada, is said to be haunted. The Prescott Paranormal Society completed an investigation of the mill in six hours overnight on July 2-3, 2010. They reported evidence of paranormal activity including “EVP” (Electronic Voice Phenomenon) recordings where a “Jacob A.” or “Jacob M.” can twice be heard answering the investigator’s question by stating his name.
By Robert Taylor6 years ago in Horror
Jacks Windfall 7
Jack ran to the road, crossed it, and went to the sidewalk. There was a way to do all this in time. He pulled out a piece of chalk, and started to trace a rather unique sigil. Rather than the symbol of one of the spirits in his book, but rather the spirit of Rochester itself. He couldn’t summon such a being, but he could open a Gate.
By Pedro Rivera6 years ago in Horror
A Sip Of Merlot. Top Story - March 2021.
When I walk into the room, the first thing I notice is the oppressive heat. It slides over my skin like velvet, and wherever its warm fingers press against me, sweat pools, the droplets soaking into my bright crimson dress, darkening the fabric into the colour of blood.
By Abrianna Leaming6 years ago in Horror
My Last Date
The last time I went on a date, I was still alive. I when it started, I never intended it to be serious. My previous long-term relationship had knocked most of the enthusiasm for romance out of me and after eighteen months off the market, my friends were starting to bug me. So, a casual fling seemed like the ideal way to get them off my back.
By C.E. Tidswell6 years ago in Horror
A Dirge for the Prairie
Out on the high prairie on a brightly moonlit night, there's no sound more ominous than the sharp keen of the coyote's howl. The raspy shudder of a rattlesnake is a terrifying sound, but an experienced trailhand can push down his fears and deal with the danger - not so with the coyote song. Don't compare it to a wolf's howl, either. The song of the wolfpack is this strong and muscular wail, an intimidating sound that speaks to the beast's primitive need to stake out its territory. It is a fearsome sound, while the coyote song is a sound of sorrow. It is all dissonant and haunted and it calls out to the dead to rise and dance to its eerie tune, and if you’re in the wrong place when you hear it, that could be what comes next.
By Andrew Johnston6 years ago in Horror
Will and Aliyah
Moonlight split the clouds in a single ethereal beam, illuminating the girl by the railing. Her gaze was cast into the distant night, seeming to pierce the cloying fog and the roiling darkness of the water below. For an instant the boy saw it, not from his place in the shadows, but through the girl’s crystalline eyes. The dark was something to be commanded, not to be skirted around in fear. She was beautiful and terrifying. Not a glimmer of doubt pervaded the icy stillness of the girl’s expression; no tremor broke her predatory stance. The night was hers.
By Jeanie Mae6 years ago in Horror
Storage Wars
Day 3 By the time we went back to the storage the next day, I had forgotten all about that “voice” I thought I heard. I was more concerned with having to deal with the evil witch. Arriving at storage that afternoon, I was expecting to see the deny word go across the machine or her glaring out the window from the office; but to my surprise we weren't denied access and she was nowhere in sight. Was i dreaming, is this real i thought to myself and we strolled on up to our storage unit like any other day. When we got up to our storage unit, here came the evil witch, riding in on her trusty broomstick. She was already scowling and I could see it in the way she floated down the hallway, broom in one hand and dustpan in another. “You were her after hours last night.” she said with destain in her voice. “Yes , I realize that and I was going to tell you when we got here but you were not in the office.” I said. “We were going through some of our boxes and we lost track of time and before we knew it, it was 10:30pm. I do apologize.” I tried to sound as innocent as possible and hoped she bought it. “If it happens again you will only have access while we are in office.” She growled as she peered inside our unit and sulked back down to her dungeon.
By kimberley ashton6 years ago in Horror
