I never tell anyone this because i know they will never believe me. But my story is true, and maybe you will believe me. I got home from softball practice at 7:30 P.M. I plugged my Ipod into the wall …

No windows. No doors. No escape. Compared to other women, I know I’m lucky. I’m the woman who has it all…a devoted husband, a beautiful home, and more money than I know what to do with. For the last ten …

This morning wasn’t the first I had woken up with scratches on my body.  I noticed that my abrasions also appear after a violent nightmare. But it wasn’t a nightmare of horror, helplessness or sorrow. I still felt powerful, even …

There’s a beacon of light in the darkness, swaying to and fro, to and fro. It’s beautiful. Illuminating. Hypnotizing. I follow it, like I would follow a lover to the ends of the earth. Camping out in the woods was …

A man by the name of Jeremy Tucker was walking home in the whispering snow the night before the eve of Christmas. The snow encircled his joyous, bare face. He was smiling, but a troubling thought spurred at the back …

A Lonely road. No one in sight. The moon hidden beneath the thick clouds. Thick forest on both sides of the road. He walks on, with only a faint light, from a street lamp some 100 metres away, to guide him. …

A long winding stretch of black asphalt weaves in and out of view through dense shrubbery. Amber leaves glided gently across route 25, faintly reflecting the last rays of the setting sun. Breaking into the sounds of nature, a rusty …

“’TWAS THE EVENTIDE of an autumn day, the merchants closing shop, families gathered to sup ere shuttering eyelids for the night. Hens began a ruckus, clamoring as if some demon were amongst them. And, indeed, one was.” The Storykeeper paused …

Amid the stormy night, 3-Toad Diner’s blue neon sign glowed as a beacon, attempting to safely guide some lone, desperate ship ashore. I was that ship, Evan Fletcher–was being the operative word. You’ll probably discover that I’m dead now, after …

I hear… moaning. I hear… a pained and agonized groaning. But how? I’m under water! Aren’t I? Yes… I’m somewhere in the cold depths of a black, muddy lake… No, I’m rising… I’m racing to the surface. Wait, it isn’t …