Raven, raven, blood on my fingers. Did I kill you? Or was it the wicked one? She came to me in the morning, looming at the entry to my home. Appearing as only a shadow, she slips into my nightmares and, likewise, my body. It becomes hers, touches the earth with a poison smile, and leaves the blood on my fingers. I told her to stop, warned her that they would come for me. She would no longer be abl...

The aches started from within me, twirling its way up until it reached my farthest point. First. I groaned, then whined, but nothing came of it. No one came to save me. Instead, they stepped on me, gave me new reasons to ache and groan. I cried to them, begged them to wear soft slippers. But the heavy weight of their boots was too much for my body to handle. Eventually, I would cave in. This fate ...

The people of Littleton had low expectations for Jeremey. He never had any talent for sports, studies, household chores, or anything the town could really name. To his parents, who had lost hope in him long ago, he was a game-obsessed bum of a son. No one had proposed for him to join the fleet of agents hired to enter the haunted mine shafts of Littleton. Everyone had warned him. But he had picked...

He had whispered something to me, and I could have only heard it if I truly listened to the words that came out of those lips. This part of him, the distraction, was so naturally engrained in his character that even the divine could not have sculpted a more perfect creature. I like looking at him. It is one of my greater weaknesses. His eyes never leave mine, and there’s a twinkle in there that I ...

He began hiding under the thicket, just as his creature would have if it knew it was being stalked. The creature, an invention known only by the creator himself, of whom waited in the thicket, moved in a zigzag pattern to confuse predators. The man had taught its creature well, as the print in the sand that appeared half parts tentacle and giant caterpillar flowed through the ground with indisting...

It was happening again. The thing that had been done to the person that cannot be named was happening once more… to me. It seeped into the bedroom as I drank, racing over the case files and running up my legs. It came as a facade, making me believe that it was all a trick of my mind. I reeled from it, the hands crawling up my flesh and into my heart. It pulsed against the fast beat, then squeezed ...

They should have known that the old building was hiding a great secret. It started with the phantom screams. They heard it in the biology lab, in the high school that they were allowed access to during the day, but were restricted from at night. That; however, did not stop their investigation. Something had been looming from the shadows of Room 341. Winston felt it first, followed by Ashley and Bi...