There are two high schools in my town - both of which have a good amount of problems but one is much better than the other. One of my friends goes to the shitty one with a huge drug and violence problem but one of the weirdest non drug or violence stories is this: for some reason, one of her friends is obsessed with the last czar of Russia, Nicholas II. So this girl, who for some reason has a huge crush on him and thinks he’s hot (I wildly disagree), made a poster of him - a boy band style poster. In personal finance/economics of all classes. I still don’t know why.

#ourgeneration horror stories
  • They find a book written in Latin… one guy doesn’t take Latin and doesn’t want to mess up the pronunciation. The girl is studying Mandarin. Another guy recommends sticking it into Google Translate but that’s likely to land them with gibberish. They leave it alone.
  • The car won’t start. They call an Uber.
  • The vampire captures the girl and insists that she wears the gown to dinner. The gown is actually hella cute. Only problem is it’s not in her size. Oh, it only comes in 2’s and 4’s? Sorry, vamp, you want me in that dress you contact the goddamn company and tell them to get their shit together.
  • “How did you possibly know that? It saved our lives!” “I’ve got two degrees and I spend way too much time on Wikipedia.”
  • They encounter a spirit that gains power the more people believe in it. One girl makes a vine and uploads with, “fakest ghost ever!!! Right??” Twenty minutes later the spirit is destroyed.
  • The circus is in town tonight. Except she’s lived her whole life here and the circus has never come before… it’s also in a pretty sketchy part of town, not somewhere you’d want to walk alone at night. She goes to a movie instead.
  • “You’d need an ARMY to fight this evil!” “Okay. I’ve got 20,000 followers, lets see how many can make it.”
  • The Evil Whispery Voice of Doom tells the jock that it’s going to kill his pretty blonde girlfriend. The jock gets offended because, excuse me, Cindy and I are just friends. However, Marty over there is my boyfriend and I’m not saying you should kill him, just stop making assumptions yeah?
  • “This spirit tried to convince me it was Jerry when it texted but its texting style is COMPLETELY DIFFERENT so yeah that didn’t work.”
  • We could have easily gotten lost and ended up at some creepy cabin in the woods, but luckily we all had functioning GPSs. Beach party, we’ve arrived!
  • “We have to find a way to destroy it! We—what are you doing?” “Looking up ‘exorcising demons’ on Google. Oh look, first hit.”
  • The child she bares will be the devil’s spawn. Good thing she doesn’t want kids. Or if she changes her mind she can always adopt.
  • “How can we possibly outwit this serial killer…” “… There’s gotta be an app for that. Lemme look.”
  • Only the virgin will survive… Turns out they’re all virgins. One is asexual. One wants to wait until marriage. Two just haven’t found the right person yet. One is meh about sex. So we all survive, yeah?
  • The girl does not fall. She was on varsity track.
  • “Quick! We need someplace to hide the artifact. And then decoys to confuse the beast! What have we got?” “… I’ve got a hundred plastic bags stuffed into another plastic bag.” “PERFECT.” 
A Memo To Disney Cast Members.

A Disney Cast Members’ top priority is the comfort and safety of our guests. For this reason, all Disney World employees must follow these rules. Failure to do so will result in disciplinary action.

  • Ask to examine the photos our guests have taken. Be friendly. Check for abnormalities. If any are found, call for security. Guests may be distracted with free merchandise.
  • Every seventh photograph taken on the Dinosaur attraction must be deleted. If questioned, explain that it was a technical error and offer Fast Passes.
  • The rumors of sharks and crocodiles in the Lagoon are false. However, there is no swimming outside of designated swimming pools on Disney property.
  • Dead alligators are common around the Lagoon. Simply evacuate the area, call security, then take note of how much has been eaten.
  • There is only one Mickey out at once. If you find a second Mickey having an autograph session, check for eye holes. All Disney costumes have eye holes.
  • If you don’t find eye holes, allow the session to continue, but disallow photos. Call security immediately after the session concludes.
  • If you spot a second Mickey off to the side, lure him into the tunnels. That’s what the ducks are there for. Leave immediately afterwards, and do not look back.
  • The Disney World security unit does not wear specially marked clothing. If you see someone wearing a shirt that says “Disney Security”, shut down that section of the park immediately.

Following these rules will help ensure a safe and pleasurable trip to the happiest place on Earth. So stay knowledgeable, and stay safe.

Our Pet Monster

TW: Mentions of Pedophilia

When we moved to Pine Drive, I never expected to find a conspiracy among the kids there.

I was an only child and a loner, thanks to my parents always moving. My dad’s job had him hopping from state to state. It was a pretty tough going if you wanted to make friends. But he promised that we’d stay at least six months here, so I had a chance to make at least one friend.

And whadya know, on my block, there were a ton of kids to make friends with.

I didn’t even really have to try. Two days after moving in, the Langley twins Diana and David were pounding on my door, asking who owned that bike parked in the front yard and if they wanted to play. I was shy but the twins were ecstatic to meet me.

Apparently their group had an odd number before I moved in and they needed equal teams to play their games with.

There was Alicia, who was six, she was the baby but she was very sweet. The oldest was Fletcher who was thirteen but his social skills were a bit behind so he didn’t mind hanging out with a bunch of nine and ten year olds. I think there was about ten of us all in all.

But I learned soon enough that there was a secret each of them shared.

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The End Times

I was the first one to see a falling angel.

I was in my backyard stargazing, when a bright light streaked across the sky and a few moments later Gabriela smashed into my backyard.

She was really tall, I had to use two mattresses for her bed and move out most of the things in my living room to make room for her to sleep. She was very badly injured. Something had taken huge bites out of her chest, her eyes had been ripped out and one of her wings had been torn off. She spent most of her time unconscious and the rest gibbering in an unknown tongue.

She only spoke to me twice, once to tell me her name and the other time was to respond to a question I had asked her. “How did you get injured Gabriela?” I had asked. “War” she replied. She died a few hours after that.

In the following days, more and more angels fell from the sky. These angels however, were already dead, their bodies had been mutilated, sometimes so badly, that if not for their height and wings, we wouldn’t know for sure if they were angels. Surprisingly, while many people panicked, peace as a whole was kept and it only took a few days before the buses and trains were running on time again.

When the rain of corpses from heaven stopped, people were overjoyed. When huge cracks in the earth started to appear, they were less so. When fire and lava began to bubble up through the cracks, people rushed to monasteries, churches, mosques, and temples, anywhere they thought they might find answers. When the earth rumbled, and the cracks opened to spew out a horde of demons, we finally understood.

You see, the demons were all dead. Their bodies had been mutilated, just like the angels were. I thought that heaven and hell were in a war against one another, but they were actually fighting together. Against something else, something worse.

And it had won.

My Dad Kidnapped Little Girls

I don’t ever remember my dad being normal. He was always a little strange. The man was secretive and closed off, and all his attempts at acting like a father rose the hairs on the back of my neck. It seemed forced. I don’t think I ever got used to that. There was no need, because he didn’t keep that up for long. By the time I was 5, I didn’t have a dad. What I had after that was a boss. Maybe an owner. Definitely not a dad.

He fully opened up as a person around that time. He brought a little girl into our home. She was small, but she was older than myself, too. Maybe 7 or 8. Her face was red and raw with tears. “Sam, this is your new little sister, Maria.” Before I could react, she spoke up between small sobs. “No, mister. I don’t know you. My name is Claire. Please take me home to my mommy, I promise that I won’t tell.” By the time she finished what she was saying, she was barely forming coherent sentences. That’s when I saw my Dad stop being my dad. With one fluid motion, he swung his arm, hitting her in the face and knocking her back on her ass.

I jumped up, too afraid and confused to do much of anything, but still frightened nonetheless. I was young, but I’d seen enough television to know that normal families didn’t do these things. “Sam, you sit your ass down or I’ll put you in the ground, you hear me?” Thus marked the loss of my father. Later, as I listened to the quiet cries of the girl, now locked in the room next to mine, he sat me down and explained that he wasn’t my father. He told me things a 5 year old should never hear. My life changed forever. I was a mistake.

The little girl was with us for a while. My dad left me at home while he went to the mall, buying all kinds of nice things for Maria. Claire. Whatever. He probably blew $500. The weeks afterward were strange, disgusting, and violent all at the same time. At the best, she would play along with his games and he would be happy. At the worst, I would have to listen to her screams as he did unspeakable things to her in the next room. After, when the screaming would stop, he would come to me and give me the same speech.

“This happens because you aren’t right, you understand? You should have been born a girl. We wouldn’t have to do this. She’s going to die someday because you’re trash.” He would walk to the door and finish with “Remember, Sam. No one out in that world will ever love you. If you try to leave, I’ll find you and I’ll kill you.”

Maria died about three months after my dad took her. This day wasn’t her first attempt at escape, but instead it was her last. Truly, I do not know if my father meant to kill her or not. He became consumed in his rage and I fought back tears as he continued to hit her and hit her, over and over again. Her little light went out as she choked on blood, gurgling sounds coming from her throat. She was buried in our back yard, right next to the playset that my father bought a year before. After that, he became nervous to the point where he packed me up and we started off on the road.

We lived like that for years. Sometimes, we’d live somewhere as long as a year, but that was the extent of it. On a good year, he’d take two or three girls without so much as a second look. People didn’t necessarily suspect him, though. He was a psycho, but the man was smart too. He would falsify documents and references, getting himself jobs as close to children as possible. I remember, one time, he was hired on to be an ice cream truck driver. He snatched up a little girl he called Gloria right in front of her house. He somehow managed to finish his route, too. She only lasted two months.

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31 Horrific Days [October Writing Challenge]

So it’s still September, BUT the month of Halloween is quickly approaching and I figured some people may like to get a head start on this so they have things to post! Here are 31 prompts for writing, one for each day of October. Skip any days that irk you or that you just don’t have the time and energy for, but feel free to use the tag #31horrificdays so others can see your work! As always, the prompts are up for interpretation and are meant to inspire a plot rather than dictate how it goes - all fandoms, original characters, or even a changing cast is more than welcome! [I may do a part 2 of vague, one-word prompts for those who want something more flexible].

  1. The character goes out on a date (or an outing with a friend) and comes home late that night to see all of their furniture moved/stacked oddly, rotten food in the fridge, but no signs of entry or security issues.
  2. The character learns through conversation that one of their friends hates Halloween.
  3. The character is distressed from several nights of nightmares/sleep paralysis, all of which leave them waking up terrified. Eventually, what they see in their dreams start to blend into reality.
  4. Write a story about supernatural happenings.. from the POV of a character’s pet.
  5. Write a story about a character receiving threatening letters in the mailbox that keep getting scarier and more dangerous every day through the month.
  6. The character, along with one or more others, decide to visit a local haunted house attraction that’s just opened up.
  7. Halloween is rolling around and an odd fair has come to town with all manner of old-fashioned clowns, fire-eaters, and jugglers. The character(s) get their hands on tickets to see the show and cannot resist.
  8. After hearing about an abandoned house in the neighborhood that was supposedly the scene of a gruesome crime years earlier, the character and a friend or two decide to explore the property.
  9. A fun, creepy night of urban exploration gets the character(s) into trouble.
  10. While spending some time at the beach at night, the character comes across something else moving near the shore, something that may or may not be human at all.
  11. The character didn’t plan on any costume for Halloween this year, but their best friend/partner wants to go shopping for the perfect costumes, perhaps even as a themed pair.
  12. Write a plot about a character meeting a fae creature, but realizing they aren’t as pretty and delicate as the fairy tales made them believe.
  13. After watching a horror movie, the character claims there weren’t scared at all. However, once the house is quiet and dark, they’re suddenly hiding under their covers in fear.
  14. With Halloween approaching, weird people have been hanging around town. Very weird people. ‘People in masks standing outside of houses’ weird people, including the character’s house.
  15. Two character end up in a battle over which is better: ghostly horror movies or monster movies?
  16. After the death of a friend or family member, the character (and possibly one or a few others) finds a hidden trap door in their home while cleaning out their belongings. Inside, they uncover secrets the deceased was hiding.
  17. The character makes a new friend who claims to be an actual witch. They end up proving it to them with an impressive display of magic (if the preferred character is actually a witch, feel free to change the POV)
  18. The character ends up locked in another reality where everything around them is just a bit ‘off’, as well as the fact that no one seems to recognize them. Then they meet one other character who does remember them, and appears to be going through the same thing.
  19. The character has a run-in with someone from their past; someone they know for a fact has been dead for years.
  20. The character has had a near-death experience, and is seeing a few moments between worlds before they’re brought back to life.
  21. The character(s) have a run-in with an odd trick-or-treater a week before Halloween, but the eerie child refuses to leave their doorstep
  22. The character, along with one other, travels to the Suicide Forest in Japan (or another famous haunted wilderness of writer’s choice) and uncovers something grisly, or perhaps even gets lost and disoriented. 
  23. The muse meets up with an old friend or family member, and together they find home videos from their childhood Halloweens. This could be either a heartwarming experience, or an eerie one if they see something spooky they didn’t remember from their past.
  24. The character starts a brand new job, but quickly learns that there are warnings that come with the job. No wonder they can’t keep employees for more than a few days.
  25. The character (one or more others are optional as well) has been kidnapped and locked in a cellar, trying to find the means of escape.
  26. Write a ghost story including any characters of your choice, with one twist: the story takes place in a past decade or century.
  27. The character has just moved to a new city and isn’t familiar with anyone or anything. As they’re taking a walk late at night to relieve their stress, they have an eerie feeling that they’re being followed down every block.
  28. Write a horror plot centered around a gas station (petrol station).
  29. The character lost a beloved pet a year earlier, and finally decides it’s time to bring home a new shelter pet to love. They’re magnetically drawn to one animal in particular, but once they take it home, they start to suspect that this animal may not be ordinary at all.
  30. Write a story from the perspective of a legendary monster (lagoon creature, zombie, sea monster, yeti, etc)
  31. It’s Halloween night - write a story about a costume party or get-together going terribly wrong.
Little Bastard

Every year I ask my 2nd graders to draw a picture of whatever scares them most. We discuss the drawings in class. It helps the kids confront their fears and control them.

Sharks in the 70s. Clowns and nuclear bombs in the 80s. Serial killers in the 90s. Lately, guns and lockdowns. Some fears are silly, and others I can’t even bear to talk about. But since the beginning, one subject has appeared with astonishing regularity, two or three in every class.

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Down in the Library Basement

Running a library is not an easy thing to do.

You’d be surprised at the number of people who think that all librarians do is sit around and read the whole day. They have no concept of all the duties that come with being a librarian. In just one day, my mother will teach a class for senior citizens on how to use the computer, help four different families find the graves of their loved ones, register a thousand new books into the system, reorder all the books that have been returned, hold a story-time session for the children… the list goes on and on.

The point of me telling you this is for you to understand that it takes a person with a degree and years of experience to run a library… and I am not that person.

My mom has run our small town’s library for over twenty years.  She’s damn good at what she does, and that’s the only reason that town still has a library. Unfortunately, this meant that it was difficult to replace her, even for a short amount of time, when she fell down the basement stairs and broke her leg.

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I Don't Have a Gay Son.

A few months ago, my oldest son, Charlie, came out to me as a homosexual.

He sat his mother and I down in the living room and confessed everything to us; about how he had always felt attraction towards men, for his entire life. He even told us that he had a boyfriend who he wanted to introduce us to. Justine and I had always had our suspicions about Charlie, but we were still shocked by our son’s revelation.

Suffice to say, Charlie is no longer a son of mine.

You see, every now and again, teenagers in our town get unnatural urges. We try to correct these impure desires early- teach kids right from wrong. If you don’t nip these thoughts in the bud while they’re still young, they’ll manifest as behaviour in adolescence. We pull offending children up and tell them, again and again, from morning worship to Sunday school.

“Your ungodly impulses are a choice” we lecture. “You can choose Heaven or you can choose Hell. Which will it be?” For many youth, the threat of damnation is enough to set them on the right path. But there are those who cling to their perversions, convincing themselves that their lifestyle choice is the correct one.

If only we had beat it out of them. Maybe that could have saved Charlie.

I’ll never understand what compels teens to commit such awful sin. Some say that it’s the media, corrupting the minds of the youth. Others think that it’s just the primal evil of humanity, inevitably seeping through. All I know for sure is that these teenagers go about defiling the Lord, and our town, remorselessly.

There are probably those out there who would call us intolerant. That’s fine by us. We believe that there are some transgressions that simply shouldn’t be tolerated, under any circumstances.

And we will never tolerate abduction, torture and murder.

No, I don’t have a gay son. I don’t have a gay son, because those twisted f*cking bastards killed him.

I Don’t Want to be a Mermaid Anymore

I mean, every kid went through that phase, right? When you’d go to the pool you’d dive in and imagine your legs fusing into one and growing scales of your favorite color. I wanted blue scales. More than once I’d surface hacking and coughing because I’d try to hold my breath for a second too long. Not pleasant. But by the time I was ten I could do it for quite an impressive amount of time.

My dad thought it was hilarious. Mom treated it as just one of those childish things I’d grow out of. But my Uncle Craig actually encouraged it.

Uncle Craig was my mom’s oldest brother, a big man with a thick stomach and a roaring laugh. Despite having four kids of his own, he loved coming to see me. He’d bring me seashells and tell me stories about his latest catch. And he always listened to me tell my mermaid stories.

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The Girl in the Log

I always hated visiting my grandpa’s old cabin. That might make me seem spoiled or ungrateful. What kid doesn’t enjoy seeing her grandpa? Especially considering he was the only grandparent I had ever known. Both of my mom’s parents were killed in a car accident before I was born, and my dad’s mom walked out on him when he was very young. He still doesn’t know where she is or if she’s even alive. So that only leaves my paternal grandfather. My parents desperately wanted me to have a good relationship with him. My dad insisted that, although Grandpa was stern and quiet, he really did love me. He just didn’t know how to express it. I figured that was probably true, but it didn’t change the fact that trips to his house were filled with idle hours watching television and reading while he worked during the day, followed by awkwardly silent dinners in the evenings. I rarely saw him, and he seldom spoke in any loving way. He just kept a wary eye on me, like he was waiting for me to break something of his or talk out of line.

Still, my parents insisted on sending me to spend a week with him every summer since I was ten- old enough to look after myself for the day. I had visited his isolated cabin in the woods several times before with my parents, but this would be the first time I stayed overnight by myself.

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Updated index of all stories. May 16, 2018.

Transfigurations: A small, self-published collection of my favorite short stories from 2015.

Individual Stories

3 Signs You May Be An Introvert and How to Cope: Some great tips!
30 years ago today, my neighbor’s son disappeared: They miss him.
A Case of Hives: My son isn’t feeling too well…
A Cure for Writer’s Block: How to find inspiration when it’s just not there.
A Curious Dog: My dog won’t stop pawing at a wall in the basement.
A Gifted Chef: My friend was one of the greats. I miss him.
A Life Worth Living: Big changes lead to bigger results.
A Most Welcome Visitor: He’d come to me in the middle of the night.
A Pathetic Wretch: His neighbor just won’t stop crying.
An Artist’s Canvas: The beauty of symmetry.
A Questionable Glory Hole: A young man’s first sexual experience.
A Warning To Women With IUDs: Be careful whatcha put up ya.
Adrenochrome: The horrible, impossible truth.
All Horror Stories About Dolls Are Fake: My daughter was bullied mercilessly.
Allison’s Loss: My daughter is devastated by the death of her friend.
Alternative Medicine: A wife treats her husband with an old remedy.
All Thumbs: My embarrassing habit.
A Message in a Bottle: I’m suddenly filled with dread.
A Very Bad Place to Hide: Maybe even the worst.
Amy’s Wish: Blow away the eyelash and make a wish!
An Unlucky Samaritan: Think twice before stopping to help.
Are My Twins Spending Too Much Time Together?: For woke mommies only.
Assisted Suicide: He begged me to help him die.
Attempts to Repair the Irreparable: How do you move on?
Bad Sex: Has this ever happened to you and your partner?
Bags: A hunting trip goes very, very wrong.
Beach Bodies: What’s that out in the water? A whale?
Ben’s Fear: He just hated seaweed.
Bitcoin Mining and the Death of the Universe: I think I fucked something up.
Bits and Pieces: Chunks and portions.
Bitumen: A man who loves dinosaurs.
Black Balloons: My little daughter saw shapes in the sky.
Bluebirds: Possibly the most reprehensible thing I’ve ever written.
Bluefin: Use caution when poaching an endangered species.
Body Cast: The worst thing that can happen when you’re immobilized.
Body Hair Removal: I learned a valuable lesson.
Bridgeport Power Plant: There’s something living there.
Bubbles: Strange happenings in an emergency room.
Butt Stuff: The activity - not the other thing.
Caroline’s New Teeth: The Tooth Fairy’s best customer.
Caviar: Only the best for discerning palates.
Centipedes: There’s some big ones out there, you know.
Charles Robert Olevsky: Ever Google yourself?
Chopped!: An unaired episode of the Food Network show.
Christmas Morning With Danny and His New Puppy: Danny gets a puppy.
Comfort Food: Anything to help fill that void.
Coping Mechanisms: Life after losing a husband and a daughter.
Cracks in the Foundation: A relationship on the edge.
Dawn: I hurt my sister so badly. I’ll never forgive myself.
Daycare Massacre: A terrible incident before a hurricane.
Death Looking into the Window of One Dying: His final days.
Dede Elgy: This monster story will make you feel dirty. Very dirty.
Deniehyfield, Australia is Being Dismantled: My town is disappearing.
Dermatographia: Words on my skin.
Devil’s Hole: The geological anomaly, not the…you know.
Dial Tone: What’s going on with my phone?
Diary of a Woman in New Hampshire: Found a diary. Wtf.
Dilation and Evacuation: A friend in need is a friend indeed.
Division: Nothing is right.
Double Dare: The long-lost episode never seen in the US.
Dumbwaiter: A family learns something about their house.
Elective Surgery: I just want him to be happy.
Elf on the Shelf: He’s watching.
Endless Chirping: Ever get a cricket in your room?
Escaphism: The journey of one man, his love, and The Verdant World.
Ethan’s Halloween Mask: Not all friendships are positive.
ExpressionCaptioner.com: This website is seriously weird.
Fallenfield Mountain: A geological survey gone wrong. Very wrong.
Family Tree: A unique family tradition is revealed.
Farm to Table: Fucking hipsters.
Fertility Treatments: Some people are desperate to have a baby.
Fireflies: You would not believe your eyes.
For Lena and Clair: Trapped after an earthquake.
Found the Bees: Well, that solves that mystery.
Gratification Through Annihilation: Suffer the little children.
Great Potential: A lady who loves children.
He Went Ahead: My friends and I were into urban exploration.
Heather’s Phases: My wife always had body-image issues.
House Sounds: What do we keep hearing?
I Dream of Names and Cancer: My eternal nightmare.
I Pressed My Hands Against My Eyes: And only then could I truly see.
I Shouldn’t Have Broken Into My Neighbor’s Garage: I’ll never unsee it.
If Anyone Asks: An old farmer notices something about his scarecrow.
I’ll Never Wear a Condom Again: No way, no how.
Instantiations: An AI gets powerful and utilitarianism rears its head.
In Praise of Our God: A helpful neighbor.
It’s Hard to Clean Blood Out of a Fur Suit: Right?
Jerry’s Mouth: Maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats.
Jill-o-Lanterns: The murders are all connected.
Jim Jameson’s Pumpkins: A dead farmer’s secrets.
Know it All: See it all, feel it all, know it all.
Last Weekend: Hazmat suits, horror, and a mystery.
Licks From a Bear: Skull + electric drill = story.
Lippy: I’ve always been self conscious about the size of my labia.
Little Cows: Meet the milkmaid.
Long Fingers: I can feel them.
Making Faces: Strange prints on the windows…
Making Their Dad Proud: A family that plays together…
Malcolm: You know those floaty things in your eyes?
Maria’s Extra-Credit Assignment: Gotta get a good grade.
Medical Issue: What’s the stuff I found on a rock?
Memoir of a Cam Girl: She is being controlled.
Missing Mousetraps: My neighbors had an infestation.
Moaning Lollipops: Why do they make that sound in my mouth?
Motility: My sperm sucked.
Mr. Puddles: A little boy just won’t stop splashing.
Mushy Stuff: My parents never let me have any fun.
My Amazon Alexa Does More Than Laugh: Please help - I’m in danger.
My Brother’s Fall: Horror deep below the Iraqi desert.
My Cellar Door is Breathing: Is that normal?
My Constellation: Want to be sad? This will make you sad.  
My erection lasted longer than 4 hours: and I didn’t call a doctor.
My four year old son woke up with a full head of grey hair: Help us.
My Last Abduction: All the other ones don’t count.
My Only Experience With ASMR: Hint - it didn’t go well.
My Sister Found the Coolest Thing!: You’ve gotta hear about it.
My Sweet Boy: A mom who loves her son.
My Trouble With Fairies: They’re so mischievous and unpredictable!
My Wife, the Artist: A couple who loves Halloween.
Nests: Ah, the great outdoors.
Network Security: Two friends get a glimpse of a Russian science lab.
Never Ride the Subway at Night: You never know who could be watching you.
Norwalk Cemetery: There’s something alien in there…
Not All Men: Temper, temper, young man.
Of Malevolence; Of Misanthropy: A disturbed scientist makes a discovery.
Open Mouths: A hideous ritual.
Otter: I’ve always wanted to be one.
Ouroboros: Why cut when you can cut off?
Pebbles: A strange meteor shower.
Phone Sex: It all started when I realized my iPhone was self-lubricating.
People are disappearing in Northern Canada: What is happening?
Pool Cover: I almost drowned when I was 13.
Pray Away: Conversion therapy for deviant behavior.
Pretty Little Bugs: A new job as a cameraman.
Prosopagnosia: After an accident, my husband couldn’t recognize us.
Pumpkin Spice and Everything Nice: What can be better?
Quarry: Trying to beat the heat on a summer day.
Randall’s Chatty Leg: He said it was talking to him. I heard it.
Rats in the Barn: An exterminator’s apprentice.
Recycling: Parents try to understand their depressed daughter.
Rediscovering the Newness of Sex: Let’s spice it up a little.
Regarding Danny and Micah Stevenson: Two brothers rely on one another.
Regina’s Raspberry Jam: She put everything she had into it.
Road Head: Who doesn’t like getting sucked on? Seriously.
Roo: An old man watches a girl grow up.
Roots of Change: Something is happening beneath our feet.
Ropes: Be careful what you eat.
Rotting Pumpkins: A Halloween ritual.
Round Faces: My daughter keeps complaining about monsters.
Safety: Our grandfather was obsessed with it.
Seed of Man, Pollen of Angels: A family tradition.
Sex, Gender, and Other Social Constructs: Destroy them all.
Sex in the Cemetery: Gotta do it somewhere, I guess.
Skincare Diary: My acne was getting out of hand.
Smokey, the Dog I Rescued: A very very good boye.
Snapshot of a New Man: Evil (Inspiration for The Coronation Cycles series.)
Soft Teeth: A man used to sneak into my room at night.
Sprouts: Something beautiful from something small.
Still a Family: Two sisters have lunch while waiting for their parents.
Stop Being Such Babies: The woods aren’t scary, for fuck’s sake.
Stuffing: Grandma’s was the best.
Suicide Woods: Not just in Japan anymore.
Tainted Candy: The legend is real.
Teeny-Tiny: Katie wants to lose weight.
That Good Dick: You know what I mean ;)
The Alzheimer’s Ward: This isn’t right.
The Bleakness Before Our Old Eyes: The Universe tasted us that night.
The Blissful Insensate: An experiment goes terribly wrong.
The Cave in the Lake: A discovery while scuba diving leads to horror.
The Chernobyl Abomination: My father saw something he shouldn’t have.
The Cotard Delusion: A new drug has a frightening side-effect.
The Day I Started Believing In Ghosts: I’m still in shock.
The Empty Cribs on Hawthorne Lane: Missing children.
The Face in the Clouds: A meteorological anomaly? Or something else?
The Floor is Lava: We all used to play that game, right?
The Giggliest Girl: Don’t tickle me, Mommy.
The Gray in Girl: A man finds a girl on the side of the road.
The Hitchhiker: I think I need a new car now.
The Incident at the Train Station: After a suicide, something…worse.
The Job I Couldn’t Leave: I was employed by a psychopath.
The Last of the Trick-or-Treaters: A strange costume.
The Last words of an Explorer: A city on no one’s map.
The Least Satisfying Explanation: And the biggest understatement I’ve made.
The Little Ghost: That nagging voice inside your head.
The Lord of Hosts: Lice
The Moose Hunt: Is…is that really a moose?
The Perils of Live TV: It’s not all fun and games.
The Perks of Working in a Funeral Home: There aren’t many, but still.
The Pilot: A UFO crash.
The Oblivion that Masks Pain: Escape.
The Old Mine Outside Town: Everyone was too scared to go in. I wasn’t.
The Only Solution: How to bring back a loved one?
The Only Thing That Matters: Zombies attack a supermarket.
The House in the Woods: Bad title, good story.
The Shores of Pluto: A journey without moving.
The Sleeping Game: We played when we were kids.
The Small Eyed Children of Canyon del Cristo: A local legend comes alive.
The Squirming Man: Please leave me alone.
The Star Bridge: My friend found something beyond life.
The Tomb of the Builders: Divers looking for sunken treasure find something evil.
The Trawl: We dragged something up from deep underwater.
The Wisdom of Moms: Mother knows best.
The Worst Party in Ten Thousand Years: Trust me, it’s pretty damn bad.
There is nothing wrong in East Flatbush, Brooklyn: Ignore the dragonflies.
There’s something very wrong with my parrot: WTF.
Tiptoeing the Line of Consent: But never crossing it.
To Adore: Our beautiful baby girl.
To the Kind Folks at WebMD: Just a couple questions.  
To Travel: Bodies in bodies, bodies of bodies.
Trees of Eyes: They’re watching.
Tunnel Rat: My grandfather told us the worst story I’ve ever heard. Seriously.
Uncle Liam: I never told the real story about how he died.
Under My Teeth: My mouth is screaming.
Uplift: A brilliant scientist works to improve the human condition.
We’re All Smiling: Whether we want to or not.
We Share the Empty Roads: You’re never, ever alone when you drive.
Wet Bedroom: A haunted house with a hideous history.
What He Told Me: Evil (Inspiration for The Coronation Cycles series.)
Wikileaks: A document they refused to leak.
What to expect when I’m expecting: Hint - it’s the worst.
Why I Don’t Hike Anymore: Not what you might think.

Story Series

The Smols: Maybe the most fucked up stories I’ve ever written.

Sade Smols
Emmy Smols

The Secret Doctors of NASA: A wide-ranging conspiracy.

A Dentist’s Discovery
A Psychologist’s Suicide
A Surgeon’s Nightmare

Tales from Social Media

Something horrible is happening to me on Tumblr
Something horrible is happening to me on Facebook
Something horrible is happening to me on Reddit
Something horrible is happening to me on Grindr
Something horrible is happening to me on Myspace
Something horrible is happening to me on Pokemon Go

Sockets: Craigslist allows you to meeting interesting people.

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