Dark Moments
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Down the Basement by Jean Martin
My husband always said I was foolish. “There’s nothing in the basement at night that isn’t there in the daytime.” Our basement is a cellar, not a carpeted play space—even with...
Down the Basement by Jean Martin
My husband always said I was foolish. “There’s nothing in the basement at night that isn’t there in the daytime.” Our basement is a cellar, not a carpeted play space—even with...
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alt="The Bus Shelter by Tracy Davidson"
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The Bus Shelter by Tracy Davidson
No locals use this bus shelter at night. Few use it in the daytime. Something about these three urine-stained, graffiti-marked walls drives them away. Some smell decay. Some hear voices....
The Bus Shelter by Tracy Davidson
No locals use this bus shelter at night. Few use it in the daytime. Something about these three urine-stained, graffiti-marked walls drives them away. Some smell decay. Some hear voices....
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alt="Wasn't a Ghost by Evan Baughfman"
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Wasn't a Ghost by Evan Baughfman
The door creaked open. Kellan took a deep breath and stepped into the shadowy classroom. Inside, no children chuckled. No teacher taught. Silence suffused like creeping fog. Cobwebs clung to...
Wasn't a Ghost by Evan Baughfman
The door creaked open. Kellan took a deep breath and stepped into the shadowy classroom. Inside, no children chuckled. No teacher taught. Silence suffused like creeping fog. Cobwebs clung to...
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alt="St. Mary's Hospital for Insane by Jodie Angell"
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St. Mary's Hospital for Insane by Jodie Angell
Souls never leave St Mary’s Hospital for Insane. They wander the hallways, linger in the mirrors for too long, and hide in the walls. Their screams still echo against the...
St. Mary's Hospital for Insane by Jodie Angell
Souls never leave St Mary’s Hospital for Insane. They wander the hallways, linger in the mirrors for too long, and hide in the walls. Their screams still echo against the...
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alt="The Burial Plot by Susmita Ramani"
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The Burial Plot by Susmita Ramani
Waking, I’ve never experienced such absolute darkness and silence. Peeling apart my clasped hands, I feel around. Above me and to my sides is wood. Below me is satin. I...
The Burial Plot by Susmita Ramani
Waking, I’ve never experienced such absolute darkness and silence. Peeling apart my clasped hands, I feel around. Above me and to my sides is wood. Below me is satin. I...
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alt="Dilapidated by Alyson Hasson"
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Dilapidated by Alyson Hasson
The doorknob slipped from her grasp as the oversized emerald door swung open, exposing the darkness within. Her heart pounded—the door should have been locked. Frigid water encompassed her feet...
Dilapidated by Alyson Hasson
The doorknob slipped from her grasp as the oversized emerald door swung open, exposing the darkness within. Her heart pounded—the door should have been locked. Frigid water encompassed her feet...
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alt="Where Angels Fear by Kimberly Rei"
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Where Angels Fear by Kimberly Rei
The churchyard trembled at night. Pauly said that wasn't possible. Pauly was full of shit. Stand off the property and it was fine, but so much as one toe over...
Where Angels Fear by Kimberly Rei
The churchyard trembled at night. Pauly said that wasn't possible. Pauly was full of shit. Stand off the property and it was fine, but so much as one toe over...
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alt="Hospital Corridors by Dale Parnell"
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Hospital Corridors by Dale Parnell
The nurse at the main desk said my father had been moved; G-ward, at the other end of the hospital. I had missed visiting hours, but they said the rules...
Hospital Corridors by Dale Parnell
The nurse at the main desk said my father had been moved; G-ward, at the other end of the hospital. I had missed visiting hours, but they said the rules...
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alt="Dared by S. Jade Path"
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Dared by S. Jade Path
Her friends had dared her to enter the ward. She was young, brash, invincible—foolish. Her breath chuffed out. Teenage pride. The wind wended through the shattered halls; a remnant of...
Dared by S. Jade Path
Her friends had dared her to enter the ward. She was young, brash, invincible—foolish. Her breath chuffed out. Teenage pride. The wind wended through the shattered halls; a remnant of...
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alt="A Nice Long Soak by Mike Rader"
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A Nice Long Soak by Mike Rader
I heard them climbing the stairs. Tourists. Mayday Hills Asylum attracted the morbid to Beechworth. I waited on the second floor of that Victorian pile. In the bathroom. Where each...
A Nice Long Soak by Mike Rader
I heard them climbing the stairs. Tourists. Mayday Hills Asylum attracted the morbid to Beechworth. I waited on the second floor of that Victorian pile. In the bathroom. Where each...
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alt="Where the Dead Things Are by L.J. McLeod"
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Where the Dead Things Are by L.J. McLeod
Wendy hated the morgue. As the hospital’s night cleaner, it fell to her to keep it spotless. But that didn’t make it any less creepy. The silence felt heavy and...
Where the Dead Things Are by L.J. McLeod
Wendy hated the morgue. As the hospital’s night cleaner, it fell to her to keep it spotless. But that didn’t make it any less creepy. The silence felt heavy and...
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alt="Fleeting Fame by Colleen Anderson"
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Fleeting Fame by Colleen Anderson
Daiyu gasped. This rare discovery—a complete warrior’s burial chamber—ensured her career trajectory. She pulled a carved jade amulet off the leathery mummy’s chest. The lantern flickered, the chamber echoing with...
Fleeting Fame by Colleen Anderson
Daiyu gasped. This rare discovery—a complete warrior’s burial chamber—ensured her career trajectory. She pulled a carved jade amulet off the leathery mummy’s chest. The lantern flickered, the chamber echoing with...