Many people do not believe
Slender Man is real and we wanted
to prove the skeptics wrong. Continue reading Confessions of a Slender Man Groupie by Justin Karcher
I grew up in what some would call a dying town. I don’t think that was an especially apt descriptor – “dying” implies an end is near. My town wasn’t approaching any inevitable end-point – it was just stuck in time. A place with a deep past, but no future. Continue reading Ghost Towns by Madison McSweeney
Some places are all history.
It can’t have been easy, growing up in that house on the hill. Continue reading Mother by Amanda Crum
my head hits the common room desk and
are you okay some people preach
they strike me as
and i Continue reading A Nightmare by M.D. Wheatley
I am Maya. At least, that is the name Momma gave me, even though she called me Saly. Just like Marie is Grace, Daniel is Jason and Jessica is Rosie.
Our names are ours… unless of course they are not. Continue reading Maya by Cheryl Diane Parkinson
Loretta sat on her loft bed, scribbling lists of alliterations for her name in her journal.
Loony Loretta Continue reading I Can Fix That by Samantha Curreli
Continue reading The Afterlife by Bayveen O’Connell
Ghosts are lifting my bones, sorting and weighing them. They are washing my femurs to hang curtains from, using my patellae as saucers.
Surveillance, stoic, single pane, sisters
shadowed, glass, wool drenched rain — sharp, shrill, too svelte,
the two he spies. Drips raindrop tears, monster’s
eyeless alibis — sympathy unfelt. Continue reading Slenderella by Kristin Garth