My heart sinks when I hear the front door lock, followed by the beast’s sinister laugh. I didn’t think beyond grabbing mom before she ran up the stairs, nor did I realize how powerful her emotions were to wake the monster. With my arm still around her waist, I pull her back down the stairs ...

There is a lot of documentation on Bigfoot and many sightings reported. I wanted to write about a cryptid not as well-known. So, after my research, I found "Batsquatch."

“Juliet Renee Andrews, don’t you even dare!” Nanny stormed her way over to the hospital bed, glaring at Mrs. Dubose, still glued to her chair in shock. “And shame on you Carol for making her think that way!” “She didn’t, Nanny,” Juliet soothed. “I’ve been thinking about this since he started showing up again. My ...

“Wait, wait.” You wave a hand in Charlie’s face, wishing there was a drink in your hand now. “He was eating the women?” Charlie nods. “Yup, he’d drag ‘em under and keep ‘em for a few years or so, then kill and eat them over the course of the next decade or so.” He frowns. “I ...

“So, did you find anything?” Charlie’s glass thuds to the worn table top, the ice clicking against the rim. “Not a damn thing,” he says, face scrunched up in vague annoyance. “There was nothing on that town that the museum didn’t already tell me. Went there on my first day.”  He frowned at the glass. ...

“You still want to hear all this?” Charlie asks. He’s switched to water now, offering to buy you a drink but not pushing when you decline. You motion for him to go on and he shrugs. “They found what was left of a body on my third day,” he begins. .     .     .    .     .     . ...

Part One It ends with a picture in a cold case file. A young woman, hollow eyed and limp, lying in a hospital bed. The ring finger of her right hand missing, gnawed off. Juliet Andrews was her name, also known as ‘Julie.’ She was hospitalized four days before her death, which occurred when she ...

“Jesus Christ, I didn’t want you to choke the kid. Just fuck him up a little bit.” Another man emerged from the couch in the living room. His blonde hair was slicked back perfectly, and with his all black everything outfit, he looked like he just stepped out of Cry Baby. “Well, ‘fuck him up ...

*There are references to many different stories in this article. Beware, there might be spoilers for something you’re interested in!* One of the hardest parts of being on a long Winter Break when my siblings aren’t is that I’m home alone for most of the day. Of course, it’s not hard in the way one ...

Shattered glass. Broken mirror. Bloody fingertips. Fading red hair. Start eating. Stop eating. Not enough or way too much. Time is ticking,   My dark shadow, My demons. Like wild dogs, Foaming at the mouth. Their master,   The devil. My dark shadow, Holding them at bay. Broken promises, Are my doing. There’s a secret ...