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The following collection of stories contains terrors that should not call these pages home, let alone this realm. Insidious tension drips from the words resting in your hands.
At the end of the day, you will step back and find your box is an empty casket beckoning you into its dark shadows.
To those who dare wander past this page, be forewarned: not all who venture into the darkness may cross back into the light.
felt as if my soul had escaped, replaced by a vast emptiness.
My friend was drunk with the spirit—intoxicated by the power he held over this deadly proof of holiness.
L eaves burned orange and red as if in defiance of the inevitable death winter would bring.
White needles poked through the foliage as though God looks more favorably upon those more visible from Heaven.
the darkness of it matched my feelings.
I began to pray, Lord Jesus, deliver me from the hands of this evil. “There is no saving you, Billy. Stop embarrassing yourself.”
As you turn the pages, be prepared for your beliefs to be tested, your courage to be questioned, and your nights to be filled with lingering shadows.
It wasn’t until I got older that I realized one thing; imaginary friends are never imaginary.
Land remembers the injustices that memory cannot.
felt crazy, like I was losing my mind in a family with a history of mental illness.
But at night, it came alive.
The hallway felt like an impenetrable void,
My mother had finally begun to come around, but religion clouded her judgment. She believed me, but only to a certain extent.
Shadows danced eerily under the flickering lampposts, creating a haunting backdrop for the unfolding events.
I have unfinished business in this realm, and that’s warning you.
The moon was making a dramatic entrance on the horizon as the sun bid a farewell glow over it.
He cannot steal that which is unclaimed. I belong to no one.
“They grow into a tree native to the soul's birthplace.
Bullies were always the ones to die in the movies.
Leigh grinned at Liam. “I guess there are all kinds of masks.”
If panic is a tsunami, the pain of Agatha’s spork-scalpel tearing through the soft flesh of his conjunctiva is a wildfire.
want to curl up and quit all things.
After all, bad feelings ruin the taste of good tea.”
She is gone, Oberon, and it is okay to feel lost. Everyone does when they lose the most important thing in the world to them.”