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 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 …

Gasping for air, Jack Parker sprung from another night terror seething with images of his wife, Diane, who had died in a dreadful boating accident six months ago. The coast-guard had searched for her many days to no avail, and …

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 was never the one to believe in the existence of ghosts or any paranormal activities. But after the night of 28th December, 1995 my views were completely shaken. I had recently started living in my college’s hostel located on …