“It’s for the best. We have to get rid of it.” Sally sat on the couch. Her eyes never left the small doll on the ebony rocking chair. Benjamin sighed and took a seat next to his wife. “I’m not disagreeing with you, but why don’t we just throw it away?” Sally didn’t look away ...

Mr. Keith’s house is proving to be a surprise and not a pleasant one. I thought, relaxing against the back of the chair. I look at Mom and see she’s found new strength and is regaining her composure. Good! It doesn’t hurt to starve the monster and shut off its food supply for a change. ...

*Trigger warnings* Depression, Divorce, Death/loss, griefSuicide, Mental illness, violent contentReader discretion is advised***              Days in the hospital’s intensive care unit felt like a lifetime for Micki. She stopped counting the days after a week, maybe two, of her being here. Why would she want to anyways? Nothing mattered to her anymore. Nothing to care ...

*Trigger warnings* Depression, Divorce, Death/loss, grief Suicide, Mental illness, violent content Reader discretion is advised *** The rest of the trip to the hospital was a complete blur to Micki. The stay in the intensive care unit, however, may as well have been a mere intense dream that Micki wished she would just wake up ...

The path narrowed as she ran; her lungs burned with each breath. Then, up ahead, a steep incline appeared. She knew the area well enough and remembered there was a small, dark cave to take cover. With little time left for escape, Petra slid down the hill to the cave. Crouching in the darkest corner, ...

I love cryptids and monsters. In a few of my travel series articles, we visited haunted lands like Crater Lake, Oregon. South Dakota’s Sica Hollow and Nevada’s Pyramid Lake. I want to say it’s the land at Skinwalker Ranch that haunts people. Except it is more than the land. Skinwalker Ranch is alone in the ...

Disclaimer: This story is based on the St. Augustine Lighthouse. This story is not affiliated with the lighthouse or its staff. ________ They both walked towards the dark, untamed trees of the woods. Only a small dirt trodden path marked the way. The branches of the trees weaved together with the bushes. They created a ...

Disclaimer: This story is based on the St. Augustine Lighthouse. This story is not affiliated with the lighthouse or its staff. ________ The dim green glow from the necklaces that hung around their necks did not illuminate the room. It was a small room, and from what Alice could make out. There was a rocking ...

Disclaimer: This story is based on the St. Augustine Lighthouse. This story is not affiliated with the lighthouse or staff. ________ Alice tried to take in the sights as they drove into the historical town. The Victorian buildings were intricate in design and gothic in nature. Grace snapped pictures beside her and commented about the ...

Lula Mae Darling melts behind the cash register of a gas station off Interstate 95. Through the translucent cigarette ads, a faded, peeling South of the Border billboard glows into the night; its hypnotic imagery pressures children into every parent’s nightmare: a roadside amusement pit stop money guzzler. She’s never been. She doesn’t even know ...