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Nightmare
10 votes, average: 4.50 out of 510 votes, average: 4.50 out of 510 votes, average: 4.50 out of 510 votes, average: 4.50 out of 510 votes, average: 4.50 out of 5    4.5/5
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there i was sitting in bed, i was breathing heavily due to yet another nightmare. my wife sat up next to me and whispered ‘honey, its time we get separate rooms until you get these dreams under control.’ ‘ they …

The orphanage
15 votes, average: 3.93 out of 515 votes, average: 3.93 out of 515 votes, average: 3.93 out of 515 votes, average: 3.93 out of 515 votes, average: 3.93 out of 5    3.9/5
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On a gloomy day in the middle of winter in the year 1976, you arrive at an old abandoned orphanage from the 40s. You are a private investigator sent here by the police department to investigate a local string of …

They came from the fog
16 votes, average: 4.19 out of 516 votes, average: 4.19 out of 516 votes, average: 4.19 out of 516 votes, average: 4.19 out of 516 votes, average: 4.19 out of 5    4.2/5
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You are a teenager at home with your parents living in a two story home in a remote area in Iowa. On a normal night your were still awake when your parents came to tell you they were heading off …

Last Transmission from the North
11 votes, average: 4.00 out of 511 votes, average: 4.00 out of 511 votes, average: 4.00 out of 511 votes, average: 4.00 out of 511 votes, average: 4.00 out of 5    4.0/5
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Hello, if anyone out there can hear this, my name is Dr. Alan Boult. My last known location was roughly: 89 degrees North by 10 west. I was part of the Ox-Tech Arctic Science and Research team here in the …

Desperate Housewife
10 votes, average: 4.10 out of 510 votes, average: 4.10 out of 510 votes, average: 4.10 out of 510 votes, average: 4.10 out of 510 votes, average: 4.10 out of 5    4.1/5
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She’d learned to love and hate him at exactly the same time. Often she had fantasized of leaving, of starting a new life free of his emotional cruelty. But every time she packed her things to leave, something pulled her …

An Online Devil
9 votes, average: 3.89 out of 59 votes, average: 3.89 out of 59 votes, average: 3.89 out of 59 votes, average: 3.89 out of 59 votes, average: 3.89 out of 5    3.9/5
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Death . . . Where are you? Ariel typed into her account’s front page. One stranger was quick to respond. UrD3vil: Here I am. ArielSmilez1234: Who are you? UrD3vil: Whatever you want me to be. Ariel sat back in her …

The Road
8 votes, average: 3.88 out of 58 votes, average: 3.88 out of 58 votes, average: 3.88 out of 58 votes, average: 3.88 out of 58 votes, average: 3.88 out of 5    3.9/5
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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 …

The Grim Gate
7 votes, average: 3.86 out of 57 votes, average: 3.86 out of 57 votes, average: 3.86 out of 57 votes, average: 3.86 out of 57 votes, average: 3.86 out of 5    3.9/5
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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 …

Appetites
9 votes, average: 4.00 out of 59 votes, average: 4.00 out of 59 votes, average: 4.00 out of 59 votes, average: 4.00 out of 59 votes, average: 4.00 out of 5    4.0/5
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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 …

The Power of Words
2 votes, average: 4.00 out of 52 votes, average: 4.00 out of 52 votes, average: 4.00 out of 52 votes, average: 4.00 out of 52 votes, average: 4.00 out of 5    4.0/5
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This night was like any other night, yet different from all the others. I cracked open a cold malt beverage, fell back in my desk chair and proceeded to call my friend Blue, who was also my assistant writer. This …