Dark Moments
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alt="In the Dark by L.J. McLeod"
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In the Dark by L.J. McLeod
Dark. Cold. Her breath comes in shallow gasps. The air tastes stale. A hint of rot tickles at her nose. There is no movement, everything is still. She closes her...
In the Dark by L.J. McLeod
Dark. Cold. Her breath comes in shallow gasps. The air tastes stale. A hint of rot tickles at her nose. There is no movement, everything is still. She closes her...
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alt="The Crimson Room by Stephen Johnson"
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The Crimson Room by Stephen Johnson
My eyes opened to a quiet darkness. Strange, I don’t remember coming into the den. I saw a fiery crimson glow emanating from the open doorway to my living room....
The Crimson Room by Stephen Johnson
My eyes opened to a quiet darkness. Strange, I don’t remember coming into the den. I saw a fiery crimson glow emanating from the open doorway to my living room....
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alt="Clairvoyance by L.T. Ward"
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Clairvoyance by L.T. Ward
The candlelight refracted within the glass of Antonia’s crystal ball—all a part of her clairvoyant’s show. “Does he forgive me?” the man across from her asked. She stared into the...
Clairvoyance by L.T. Ward
The candlelight refracted within the glass of Antonia’s crystal ball—all a part of her clairvoyant’s show. “Does he forgive me?” the man across from her asked. She stared into the...
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alt="After the Ascent by Evan Baughfman"
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After the Ascent by Evan Baughfman
Walter rose above his corpse. His spirit approached a widening glow. Amazing! An otherworldly oasis opening up itself just for him! Sunlight! Beach! Palm trees! Walter smiled at the sound...
After the Ascent by Evan Baughfman
Walter rose above his corpse. His spirit approached a widening glow. Amazing! An otherworldly oasis opening up itself just for him! Sunlight! Beach! Palm trees! Walter smiled at the sound...
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alt="Passage for Two by N.E. Rule"
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Passage for Two by N.E. Rule
Sandra’s knuckles whiten on the steering wheel as the wipers whip back and forth. Glancing into the rearview mirror, she gasps as a man leans towards her. She swerves to...
Passage for Two by N.E. Rule
Sandra’s knuckles whiten on the steering wheel as the wipers whip back and forth. Glancing into the rearview mirror, she gasps as a man leans towards her. She swerves to...
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alt="Down the Basement by Jean Martin"
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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...