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No Good Answers
It feels like old times again. James glances over at his wife, grinning as they sing the words to Def Leppard’s song together.
“Hello! We’ve been trying to reach you regarding your car’s extended warranty,” Alec hung up the phone. He hated robocalls; he knew he could just not answer, but he also hated losing control over his phone. He worked a customer service job from home. If someone needed to call him and he didn’t have their number saved in his phone, which was often, he needed to answer.
The attic mirror shows a reflection that isn’t my own. Ugly and torn, my face, if it is my face, stares back at me with malice. A hatred, deep and boundless emanates from this vile thing. The air feels heavy and thick with its malevolence.
“The police are waaaaatching youuuuu…This is a two-way mirrorrrrrrr…” The only other person in this room with me was my reflection. Did she just speak to me?
Stephen King’s “It”: Impact of a Legend
On this day 33 years ago in 1990, the television network CBS premiered the film It, based on the 1986 Stephen King novel of the same name. The film would no doubt become one of the most influential horror films of all time due to its uniquely imaginative and disturbing psychological take on primal fear and what happens when it is unearthed.
Long Live the Queen
Peter Dumeaux lived his pale-skinned existence for twenty-five years without a single alarming incident or superbly tragic encounter. He was a natural redhead whose origins remained a complete mystery. The identity of his birth parents was unknown to him, and a loving family adopted him and took him in as their own. The foster family gave Peter an identity when he had none, and he remained grateful for the blessing. However, the emotions remained inescapable; Peter was a social outcast, regardless of the loving family. A nagging sensation persisted, screaming he would always be a human defect.
Blowing in the Wind
Palm trees rattled gently in the breeze as the water rippled across the clear blue pool. Lounging with a cold bottle of lemonade in one hand and a ripened date in the other, I realized life couldn't be better. With my handkerchief, I polished anthropological awards pinned to my safari shirt. As a world-renowned lecturer and real-life Indiana Jones, I have helped solve many mysteries of the past.
Dear Diary, October 31st Man, Halloween night was something else this year! I decided to spend it at that old, spooky farmhouse on the outskirts of town. You know, the one with all the crazy stories? Well, I got way more than I bargained for.
Buried By The Pauper
“Cease the breath of those who spoil the earth and destroy its balance! Let their screams fall in silence, hollow as their souls!”
Medium or Naw pt 2
Welcome to the second installment of my probably short series “Medium or Naw?” Where I beg to question are these limited experiences I'm, uh experiencing show that I am a Medium who is able to sense past energies or spirits? Or is it something else that can be explained. Probably the latter, however that is for you the reader to decide for yourself; for quite frankly I don't have a clue.
Dorothy Vargas worked in law enforcement for a little over fifteen years. She was single, never married, with no children of her own. She had a younger sister, Emily. Emily was married and had two kids, a boy and a girl.
At 4:57 in the morning, I hit a stranger with my car. Thirty minutes earlier, my best friend Morgan called me in a panic. She ran out of gas and was stranded on her way back from her family's annual Fourth of July party at their cabin up the canyon.