horror
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The Shadow Across the Street
From his porch, Danny was certain he saw movement in the house across the street. That didn’t make sense. The place had been empty for months, ever since the last family was evicted. Yet in the faint glow of the… Continue reading
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My Doppelgänger – Finale
Content warning: This story contains references to murder. I had been sound asleep in my car when I heard the tapping at the window and saw the flashlight shine in. Shit, I thought. I was parked on the side of… Continue reading
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My Doppelgänger – Part 2
Content warning: This story contains references to murder and suicide. Our modern usage of the term doppelgänger betrays its deep mythological roots. Often, we refer to doppelgängers as a twin stranger or someone who merely looks exactly like us. But… Continue reading
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My Doppelgänger – Part 1
“Ere Babylon was dust, / The Magus Zoroaster, my dead child, / Met his own image walking in the garden. / That apparition, sole of men, he saw. / For know there are two worlds of life and death: /… Continue reading
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The Descent of Father Armand
Father Armand had heard the whispers long before he found the key. They rose from beneath the cathedral floor, curling into his dreams. When the sexton’s ring yielded an iron key too ancient for any lock aboveground, Armand knew it… Continue reading
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This Is My House (horror flash fiction)
We’ve all heard haunted house stories. They’re clichés now, chopped into horror films or watered down in R.L. Stine paperbacks. Families move in, doors creak, things go bump in the night. My case was different. I knew the house was… Continue reading
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Trespassers
And when I scream into the wildernessOnly the insects answer In their buzz, I hearThe language of the forsaken A soft, steady collapseOf a million quiet deaths A hymn to the apocalypseSticky & sweet Like alien nectarDripping from the jaws… Continue reading
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Three Nights in the Hollow House
The old chapel on the hill was long abandoned. Moss devoured the bricks, and no one remembered the last time it held a service. But every year, during the Easter Triduum, he returned. They called him Elias. He arrived just… Continue reading
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The Wailing in the Trees
My mother told me that owls in trees wailed the windswept night before her father died. I was ten when she first said it; her voice soft, but not gentle, as if she feared the words might wake something. We… Continue reading
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The Laughter Under the Cypress
An Urban Legend from the Louisiana Bayou They say if you’re out on the water past midnight, when the moon is a pale smear behind the clouds and the mosquitoes grow quiet, you might hear her: Emeline. In the 1800s,… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 