by Kyle K. Mann Whatever was shining brightly over the night-shrouded freeway up ahead was extremely unusual and bizarre. I raced out of L.A. at midnight on northbound Interstate-5 with my buddy, Ab the Editor, riding shotgun. We were bound for San Francisco and looked to arrive a bit before […]
by Harlan Ellison Limp, the body of Gorrister hung from the pink palette; unsupported—hanging high above us in the computer chamber; and it did not shiver in the chill, oily breeze that blew eternally through the main cavern. The body hung head down, attached to the underside of the palette […]
by Edgar Allan Poe THE thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could; but when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge. You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that I gave utterance to a threat. At length I […]
by Davis Ripley Keller I was drinking with the Devil and the Devil got drunk Passed out cold so I put him in the trunk Drove downtown to the county jail Said “book this crook don’t set no bail” Police said, “what did he do?” I said, “what did he […]
by Tim Moorhead There are things we will come in contact within our daily lives and there will not always be a way to explain what they are in reasonable terms. Numerous individuals throughout history have had encounters with aspects of the paranormal that have come to challenge their views on […]
by Cody S. Decker It was the morning after I tied one on down at Randy’s Place. My head hurt no matter which way I turned and my breath mocked the smell of a week old ashtray. The coffee brewed and I sat on my couch trying to piece together […]
by Ron Whitehead in the middle of a dark and stormy october 31st night i convinced a young lady to drive me to the graveyard i had selected the tombstone a week earlier during a cloudy windy late afternoon walk reverend roscoe rankin january 19, 1809 – october 7, 1849 […]
‘ By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. (Macbeth, 4.1)’ by Saira Viola Selwyn was a simple man. He liked simple things: the colour blue, beer, beef steaks and chopping people up. He was short with a squat rot complexion pitted with scars and bad memories. Selwyn had sand-coloured hair and […]
by Washington Irving In the bosom of one of those spacious coves which indent the eastern shore of the Hudson, at that broad expansion of the river denominated by the ancient Dutch navigators the Tappan Zee, and where they always prudently shortened sail and implored the protection of Saint […]
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