My heart races as I close the heavy, iron door. The sound echoes throughout the room and I hope with all my heart that the acoustic panels I spent thousands on worked. I sit softly on the floor and make sure to pat at the blanket. The panels, iron walls and dirt should block out all of the sound from anyone.

I slowly take a deep breathe, trying to make my heart steady, and sing the first line,...

(This story contains gore and

mentions of mental illness)

There is a saying that accidents happen all the time. What if people didn’t believe it was an accident. Does it still apply to people who have been screwed by the justice system? Thats how I find myself locked in Brown’s House of the Mentally Ill.

What happened to my mother was an accident, but no one beli...

The sound of my front door swinging open is what wakes me. I sit up in bed, chest heaving as I look towards my closed bedroom door in fear. Someone was in the house.

I slowly get out of bed and grab the hunting knife from my bedside table, unsheathing it. I press my body up to the wall and slowly open the door, making sure to stay in the shadows. I can hear the intruder walking around, bumping...

My legs carry me down the street, my heart racing out of my chest. I have to get there, fast. The words from my earlier call still ringing in my head.

‘There’s a fire. I can’t find Victor.’

My little old neighbor called me at work, informing me that a fire started on our floor. The fact that she couldn’t find Victor scared me, and her not mentioning the kids just added fuel t...

I don’t know if I ever want to go back. The fact that it was there all day and I didn’t know it makes it that much creepier. Have you ever spent time with someone who claimed they were connected to the other side? All day long, they’d go about saying they saw this ghost or talked to that one. I didn’t believe my sister when she said that she saw a monster. She’s six, everything is creepy to a six ...

The small group of five set out at dawn, ready to get their day started. The leader of the group, Vidar, leads them to the mess hall to greet the cooks. The five elders walk slowly, their pace never breaking. Their black robes touch the ground, giving the appearence of floating in the fog.

“Hello Dagfinn,” Vidar greets the main cook. The scarred man nods his head at the elder, turning back to...