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		<title>The Warjofrex Are Coming</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Apr 2026 13:34:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Christopher Ingram came out of the grocery store with two paper bags in his arms and found a sheet of paper tucked under the wiper blade of his car. At first he thought it was an ad for roofing or gutter work. Then he looked...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Contract at the Lake House</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Mar 2026 19:07:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Babe, Travis from WeNet’s on the phone,” Abby said, opening the bathroom door and letting cool air into the hot steamy bathroom. “Shit, okay.” In the shower, I’d been scrubbing the bottoms of my feet with a facecloth lathered in off-brand body wash. “Hang on.”...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Let Go</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Mar 2026 17:58:50 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Hayley has new highlights in her hair. A subtle caramel that I don’t notice until she stands—elegant, low-key, conceivably not too expensive. Mom would have liked it. And probably told me that I should get mine done, too. “Just the large matcha latte, Marin?” she...]]></description>
		
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		<title>All Hands Are Red</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Mar 2026 17:19:22 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“What’s a five-letter word for ‘type of bread’?” the old man said, looking up from his crossword and nudging his wife, who was trying to read. “Uh,” she thought, “&#8217;toast&#8217;.” “Toast…toast? That’s not a type of bread, that’s&#8230; that’s… What do you call it? I...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Ersatz Cat</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Feb 2026 21:29:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The method goes as follows: Prepare the corpse by repairing whatever fatal injury led to the subject’s demise. Keep the body stored in a dry environment with a temperature ranging from 36.12–37.8 °C. Restrain the subject as necessary for the act of resuscitation. Isolate the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>One Bountiful Halloween</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Feb 2026 21:13:54 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I leaned back, appreciating the handiwork of the birdhouse I had quite literally placed the last nail into. My eyes, squinting into the late October glow of an orange-yellow sunset, followed the horizon to the apple tree planted directly out front of my farmhouse. I...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Winds of Mars are Howling</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Feb 2026 18:01:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Approximately 334 days ago according to the Martian Calendar, NASA began to use the *Perseverance* Rover for research of the Red Planet. Thanks to the Rover, we have learned more about our distant neighbor this year than ever before.  But not all of it is...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Skinned Tara</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Jan 2026 19:06:14 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Looking from within the woods, I could see my ex-wife’s Camaro parked outside of what used to be our house. I could also see the truck belonging to my former neighbor, Trey. The signatures on our dissolution paperwork were not even dry yet, but at...]]></description>
		
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		<title>VitaXchange</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Jan 2026 02:31:14 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In Milan, under the relentless sun of a summer that seemed intent on sealing the city in an endless embrace of heat, a website appeared almost by chance in the dark labyrinth of the deep web, a digital recess that very few dared to enter....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Abyss Watch</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Jan 2026 02:57:48 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I When I applied to Skybound Jump Arena, I thought my biggest problems would be screaming toddlers, the occasional vomit in the foam pit, and maybe the off chance I’d have to tell someone twice my size to stop having fun. I was wrong....]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Cat Wall</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Jan 2026 02:37:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Bob came to the vague realization that something had gone wrong the moment he opened his eyes and found himself standing in an infinite white void. There was no light source, yet he could see. No walls, yet he could feel the space...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A New Kind of Year</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 24 Jan 2026 14:47:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[To the writers of Retlaw and Drummond’s Almanac, I’d like to thank you for the vestige. Your county map, in its textured patchwork of onion yellow and copper goner green, was among the last to list my fair town by name. Of course, I understand...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Overgrowth</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Dec 2025 17:22:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I fear the hulking giant that waits just outside my home. I&#8217;m too afraid to even look up at him in his full size. He stands two, maybe three stories tall, silently watching me, his silhouette a pitch-black void against the starry night sky. At...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Djinn in the Horse Head</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Dec 2025 17:19:36 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I can’t explain why I was drawn to that thing in the antique store; I just knew I had to have it. By outward appearances, there was nothing remarkable about the horsehead bookend &#8211; smoothly carved from black stone, expression unreadably bland. The weirdest thing...]]></description>
		
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		<title>My Daughter’s Imaginary Friend Knows Things He Shouldn’t Know</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 20 Dec 2025 06:39:24 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Lily told me about her friend on a Tuesday. I was making dinner. Pasta with jarred sauce, the kind of meal you make when you’ve worked a double and your feet hurt and your daughter has been at aftercare for nine hours because that’s what...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Portal</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Dec 2025 05:56:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Dane McBride stared at the glow of his monitor, the tab count creeping upward in a scatter of job searches, overdue bill reminders, and half-finished troubleshooting logs. Midnight had passed an hour ago, but his clients expected things fixed before sunrise, and the invoices he’d...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Something Keeps Removing the Star From My Christmas Tree</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Dec 2025 00:42:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’m typing this from a hospital bed with one good hand and bandages across my face, the injuries still too raw for me to look at without spiraling. The staff here thinks I had an accident. They keep using that word. Accident. As if I...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Late Night Ice Cream</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Dec 2025 18:53:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I grew up in a small town just outside of Charlotte, North Carolina.  Technically, it was in South Carolina, but still a part of the metropolitan area.  We were close enough to the city to enjoy some of the city amenities, but far enough away...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Echo in the Crawlspace</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2025 20:21:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Robert Yoder never liked the crawlspace. It sat in the far corner of the basement, wedged beneath an old set of wooden stairs that led to the backyard storm door. The house was built in the late sixties, and the crawlspace—according to his...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Found You</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Nov 2025 13:56:34 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Nathan Rye was six years old the first time he heard the wall move. It was a Tuesday. He remembered that much, mostly because Tuesdays were spelling test days, and because his mother had said it out loud when she tucked him in. “Long day,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Other Market</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Nov 2025 19:13:45 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I have a skull in the corner of my office. It sits on a shelf a little above my eye line. It watches me, and fills me with great dread. I acquired it at an open air bazaar in China. If you wish for a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>I’ll See You in Hell</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 25 Oct 2025 20:32:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I hated John Sweeney from my first breath. That might be a slight exaggeration, but not much of one. The feud began in my grandfather’s day–a dispute over an insult which escalated into a blood vendetta over the next two generations. So, I guess you...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Small Town</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 25 Oct 2025 14:41:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My hometown of Mildensboro is shrinking. Cherie, my wife, was the first to call it. One night, on our back porch over a beer, she pointed toward the old water tower out past the treeline and remarked that it sure seemed closer than she remembered....]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Devil&#8217;s Trick</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Oct 2025 23:34:22 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There’s a lotta darkness in this world. That’s a lowercase ‘d’ dark, mind ya. There’s also the capital ‘D’ kind, but that’s another kinda thing all together. Now, some people’ll tell ya that it’s the big Darkness that ya gotta watch out for, and in...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Melancholy</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Oct 2025 17:21:57 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In a world reduced to rubble, where the living cling to routine just to survive, Joseph Emerick finds that his greatest enemy isn’t the wasteland around him—but the darkness inside his own mind. Haunted by a voice that whispers from the shadows, Joseph struggles to hold on to what little remains of his sanity as memories of his past and the horrors of his exile blur together. When his only friend is assigned elsewhere, Joseph must face one final, lonely night—armed with a gun, a lantern, and a choice. Is the voice that calls to him real… or the last remnant of a mind consumed by despair?]]></description>
		
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		<title>Maggots, Eyeballs and Other Halloween Treats</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Oct 2025 18:44:21 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When a recently divorced man moves into a quiet new town, all he wants is peace, anonymity, and maybe a fresh start. But a mysterious invitation to a Halloween party at an abandoned warehouse promises the chance to meet people—and maybe forget his troubles for one night. What begins as a harmless throwback to childhood ghost stories soon turns macabre, as the party’s “game” of make-believe takes on a horrifyingly real edge. By the time the blindfolds come off, the line between party guest and accomplice has vanished. Maggots, Eyeballs and Other Halloween Treats is a chilling descent into guilt, denial, and the haunting consequences of curiosity gone too far.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Bone Tree </title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Oct 2025 02:38:58 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Kai Arkwright thinks he’s immune to fear. But when he and his friend Morgan sneak into the Oregon woods at midnight and discover a dead oak hung with bones, their night of mischief turns into a nightmare. Something ancient waits beneath that tree, and it remembers them both. A haunting story about curiosity, memory, and the price of chasing what should stay buried.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Halloween Contest</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Oct 2025 18:05:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It was eleven a.m. when Carl finally rolled off the couch and onto the floor, abruptly waking him. &#8220;Dang it Trevor. Try that again.&#8221; he shouted as he jumped up with his fists up and ready for a fight. He and his brother, Trevor had...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Meek Shall Inherit the Earth</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Oct 2025 17:58:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[&#60; We should stand together in solidarity, in this brave, new world. &#62; The small cassette player cracked, but the voice speaking sounded polished and highly educated. It was a stark contrast to the surroundings where it momentarily resided. Winds swirled through a landscape of...]]></description>
		
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		<title>If You’re Reading This, I’m Hiding in the Woods</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Sep 2025 16:52:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Alright, so I know if I just jumped right into what I need to say, you’d think I was crazy, and just click off. My phone battery’s mostly full, so I have time to type out an explanation. Time&#8230;yeah. I have plenty of that. Hopefully,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Tomb of the Builders</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Sep 2025 14:54:13 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The prospect of discovering a shipwreck containing riches beyond our comprehension was what drew us to scuba diving in the first place. Needless to say, we were disappointed pretty quickly. The likelihood of discovering a wrecked ship is infinitesimal, let alone a wrecked ship containing...]]></description>
		
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		<title>This is Why Everyone’s Googling September 23rd</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Sep 2025 18:23:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I didn&#8217;t know why everyone was Googling September 23rd, but I do now. I wish I hadn’t found out. My name is Oren Pierce. I write about fringe culture and the ways people convince themselves the sky is falling. That was the plan last week...]]></description>
		
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		<title>I Can’t See Without My Glasses</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Sep 2025 06:28:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Leave it up to me to try to do something beneficial, and end up ruining my life in the process. All I wanted to do was go to the gym and right as I stepped through the threshold, BOOM! I trip and fall and my...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Faces in the Window</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Sep 2025 01:06:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When a man notices strange, distorted faces peering from his neighbor’s upstairs window, he tells himself it’s a trick of the light—or children playing. But the nightly appearances grow more frequent, more unsettling, and impossible to ignore. As his obsession deepens, and his girlfriend begins to be drawn into the mystery as well, he discovers that the Wycliffe house holds far darker secrets than he ever imagined. A chilling descent into obsession and terror, this story reminds us that sometimes the most ordinary places hide the most extraordinary horrors.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Say My Name</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Sep 2025 19:24:45 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The fluorescent lights hummed with their own strange cadence, a nervous flicker dancing above the library doors. The building always felt different once the last bell rang, but tonight it felt worse. The classrooms had gone dark, the lockers stretched like empty shells, and the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Smoke Signal</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Sep 2025 18:11:40 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Peter, a seasoned fire investigator, uncovers a hidden machine in the ruins of a burned mansion. When messages begin arriving from the deceased homeowner—pleading for help to restore the device—Peter is pulled into a nightmarish struggle between duty and obsession. As the voice grows stronger, he must decide whether he’s aiding a desperate survivor or unleashing something far more dangerous. A chilling exploration of grief, temptation, and the consequences of opening doors meant to stay closed.]]></description>
		
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		<title>That Starless Place</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2025 23:20:40 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Two days ago, I was out for a walk around my neighborhood. It was the ideal kind of summer day; bright sun overhead, wispy white clouds streaking across the sky, and a gentle breeze to keep my body from overheating. I even took the time...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Devil&#8217;s Confession</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2025 19:30:45 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Of all the nights for the devil to visit, he chose one that was calm. No great storms, no loud bashes of lightning and thunder. It was a quiet evening, cloudless, the stars blotted out by the lights of the city. I was on the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Why I Fear the Look-a-Me</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2025 18:35:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When I was six years old, I followed a red bird into the woods. I didn’t think much about it, it just made a funny sound and I wanted to look at it. So I wandered off. My mother had fallen asleep on her sunbed...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Man at the Fence</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 31 Aug 2025 02:07:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’ve started and deleted this more times than I want to admit. The drafts always stall at the same place, where I have to write my brother’s name and follow it with what became of him. Caleb. Seven years old when this began, with a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Red on the Rubik’s Cube</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Aug 2025 03:30:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Davey’s parents dismiss his tales of a strange creature in the woods as childish imagination—until one night he comes home late, beaming, with blood on his clothes and a story of victory. When desperate neighbors arrive searching for their missing son, the truth behind Davey’s “monster” takes shape. A slow-burning tale of misjudgment, isolation, and the dangers of seeing only what we expect to see.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Bloodbath at the Company Retreat</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Aug 2025 19:58:22 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Long obsessed with the mysterious disappearance of the town of Tartarus, one man finally seizes the chance to uncover the truth behind the legend. What he finds is more than lost history—it’s a chilling secret rooted in horror and desperation. Trapped in a twisted reflection of small-town life, he must face ancient forces and human cruelty alike if he hopes to escape. An unsettling tale of forbidden knowledge and survival against impossible odds, this story proves that some places are forgotten for a reason.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Howl And The Wail</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Aug 2025 19:22:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Grace, I’m so sorry about all of this.  I’m behind you, the community’s behind you, and we’ll do whatever you need us to do and help in any way we possibly can.  You and John are not alone.  Don’t ever forget that.” Dr. Corcoran’s leathery...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Amber May and the Necrotic Way</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Aug 2025 18:57:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It is unexplainable, this “love” of the dead. Maybe the whole fascination lies in taking what is not yours, or doing what should never be done.  After all, the laws of man are fun to break, and taboos even more so.  In my case, however,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Solace</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Aug 2025 17:57:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The calendar on her fridge still showed May, though the heat pressing through Marla&#8217;s windows said otherwise. Her air conditioner had wheezed its final breath sometime in April, and the repairman she had called never showed up. She stopped following up after the second voicemail....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Never Sleep With Your Feet Sticking Out</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Aug 2025 01:04:24 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When weary literature professor Simon Keats is invited to teach at a secluded Danish university, he expects a quiet term of lectures and research. Instead, he enters a world where language bends the laws of reality, and meaning itself becomes a dangerous force. As cryptic rituals unfold and forbidden archives reveal deeper truths, Simon must confront the terrifying possibility that some knowledge was never meant to be spoken. An elegant and slow-burning descent into academic horror, this story explores how far we’ll go to understand—and how little we may survive the answer.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Halloween Reckoning</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Aug 2025 14:14:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[November 18, 1980 Across the town of Junction Falls, Missouri, people tuned into the only Sunday newsmagazine show on TV. After the ticking clock faded, Paul J. McSorley, one of the show&#8217;s hosts, could be seen sitting on a tall chair. Behind him was a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Project Mitzvah</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Aug 2025 14:12:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Mossad Training Facility Herzliya, Israel December 23, 1975 Yitzhak entered the woman&#8217;s hospital room first, followed by his deputy Bibi. From the outside, the woman didn&#8217;t appear like she needed hospitalization, but this was neither an average woman nor an average hospital. She was a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Off the Menu</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Aug 2025 01:16:58 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Unincorporated Jefferson County, Missouri “Yes!” Hector Vasquez shouted as he gave his partner a high five. “Another sucker and another 2 Gs to our Mexico account!” He leaned back in his gamer’s chair with a satisfied grin on his face. It had been a good...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Passover</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Aug 2025 22:58:36 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When an ambitious archeologist leads a team into the uncharted mountains of Eastern Europe, they expect to uncover ancient ruins and forgotten civilizations. Instead, they stumble upon something otherworldly—a living structure housing a presence that defies comprehension. As their awe turns to dread, the team must confront the consequences of their curiosity and the chilling realization that not all discoveries are meant to be understood. A gripping tale of cosmic horror and human fragility, Bygone delves into the cost of seeking answers to questions beyond our grasp.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Repayment</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Jul 2025 21:12:36 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[TRIGGER WARNING: The following story was originally published in the January 1943 edition of Weird Tales, a pulp horror magazine aimed at white audiences. Like many authors of their time, the author of this story used racial tropes uncritically, reflecting both the systemic racism of...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Gift for the King</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2025 04:17:42 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My name’s Elliot, and before I get into it, let me tell you—I’m not the kind of guy who scares easily. I take the same late-night walk through my neighborhood every night. It’s quiet, peaceful, and the perfect way to wind down after a long...]]></description>
		
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		<title>What the Texas Floods Revealed</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Jul 2025 00:24:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[You don’t forget the sound of a girl being swept downriver. You don’t forget the moment her scream cuts off, as if something grabbed her by the throat and pulled her into a place where sound doesn’t carry. But I’m getting ahead of myself. My...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Deep End</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Jul 2025 21:31:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Have you ever done something so dumb as a kid that it scarred you for life? I don’t mean embarrassing dumb. I mean life-altering, body-mangling, lose-a-part-of-yourself dumb. Yeah. That kind of dumb. I’ve never told this story in full before. Not to a therapist, not...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Little Difficulties</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Jul 2025 19:26:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“We all have days where we have to face the very worst—whether it’s work we don’t want to be at or some task we don’t want to accomplish. But life is short. Take all those little difficulties in stride, and ensure each one is the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Dr. Ferluci</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Jul 2025 15:46:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[As I walked into his office, the first thing I noticed was how tidy everything was; psychology books neatly placed on the bookshelf, his couch pillows perfectly coifed and placed in the exact correct spots, and his circular area rug, vacuumed to perfection. His desk...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Don’t Worry</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Jun 2025 21:15:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The funeral was more sparsely attended than Martin had expected. He had a vague feeling that he should be offended on Hannah’s behalf. She’d always been one of the popular kids in college. Less than five years had passed since graduation, and barely any of...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Looming</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Jun 2025 21:07:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I don’t know how long the weaver was at its work before I discovered it. It’s possible that I could have changed things if I had found it sooner, if I had paid more attention, if I had done things differently. It’s impossible to say,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Black Lobe</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Jun 2025 18:12:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[After surviving a mine collapse that should have killed him, Larry disappears from his devastated hometown—only to return decades later with wealth, influence, and a chilling purpose. As he reopens the mine that once nearly buried him alive, it becomes clear he’s not just digging for coal… but for something far older and darker. A brooding tale of corporate greed, personal vengeance, and the things that dwell beneath, Black Lobe asks what happens when justice is forged in total darkness.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Hope</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 24 May 2025 22:53:35 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“You are a no-good, worthless excuse for a son!” my father liked to inform me when I didn’t do something exactly how he specified. Those uplifting, constructive thoughts were just the highlight of my day. After spending the day at school being bullied by kids...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Town That Never Was</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2025 20:03:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Long obsessed with the mysterious disappearance of the town of Tartarus, one man finally seizes the chance to uncover the truth behind the legend. What he finds is more than lost history—it’s a chilling secret rooted in horror and desperation. Trapped in a twisted reflection of small-town life, he must face ancient forces and human cruelty alike if he hopes to escape. An unsettling tale of forbidden knowledge and survival against impossible odds, this story proves that some places are forgotten for a reason.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Got You Where I Want You</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 May 2025 05:31:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Sam rules the nightlife of downtown Dayton with effortless charm and a predator’s instinct, until he meets Amina—a woman who plays his game even better than he does. Their fiery connection ignites a dangerous spiral of obsession, seduction, and hidden agendas. But as the stakes rise, Sam must confront the possibility that some games can’t be won—and that the price of love might be steeper than he ever imagined. A moody, gripping descent into the gothic heart of romance and monstrosity, this story lingers long after the last chord fades.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Wishful Thinking</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 May 2025 04:09:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When Abby and her friends fall victim to a charismatic predator, they turn to ancient magic to right the wrongs committed against them. But summoning the supernatural comes with unpredictable consequences, and what begins as a bid for revenge quickly spirals into a night of terror no one will forget. A haunting and visceral tale about vengeance, justice, and the price of tampering with forces beyond comprehension, Wishful Thinking asks: how far are you willing to go to reclaim your power?]]></description>
		
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		<title>Numbers to Nowhere</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 May 2025 03:32:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When Cassie’s new mirror becomes the center of her imaginative games, her father dismisses it as harmless play — until strange symbols appear and her behavior turns alarming. As he struggles to understand the eerie countdown unfolding across every reflection in their home, he uncovers a chilling connection to ancient forces far beyond his comprehension. A slow-burning tale of innocence manipulated by unseen horrors, Numbers to Nowhere reminds us that sometimes a child’s imaginary friend isn’t imaginary at all — and the countdown may end in something worse than anyone could imagine.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Mirror Man</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 May 2025 02:32:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When a group of haunted house workers spices up their traditional hide-and-seek game with an old mirror ritual, they expect a night of harmless chills and laughs. But beneath the playful scares lies a festering wound of betrayal and grief, and the ritual awakens something far more real—and far more deadly—than they bargained for. A tense and harrowing tale of vengeance, hidden pain, and the thin line between legend and reality, this story lingers like a reflection you can't quite shake.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Hallway of Shadows</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Apr 2025 14:24:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[At a convention center full of vendors and merchandise, one seller discovers a mysterious shortcut that promises to save time—but carries an unspoken warning. As strange visions and dreams begin to haunt those who dare pass through the Hallway of Shadows, one man must decide whether to trust his instincts or follow a path that may lead him somewhere far darker than expected. A slow-burning tale of creeping dread, this story explores the price of ignoring collective wisdom—and the danger of what lurks just beyond the light.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Reeds</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Apr 2025 16:14:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When a late-night plea for help sends Chisto racing to a deserted elementary school, he expects to face a flesh-and-blood threat. But the night air is thick with more than just danger—it's alive with whispers from the past. As the reeds sway and the shadows deepen, Chisto realizes that not every horror can be fought off with bravery alone. A haunting tale of loyalty, fear, and unseen forces, The Reeds lingers in the mind long after the last page is turned.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Familiar Wounds</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Apr 2025 05:37:47 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When Ty moves back to his crumbling childhood home to care for his ailing mother, he hopes to forge a better life for his daughter, Zoe. But the house—and the strained family dynamics inside it—hide more than painful memories. As they navigate a decaying home, lingering guilt, and unsettling discoveries beneath the floorboards, Ty realizes that some family secrets refuse to stay buried. A gripping exploration of generational trauma, buried sins, and survival, Familiar Wounds reminds us that not all dangers are left behind in childhood.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Ecosystem</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Apr 2025 18:02:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It was supposed to be a fun weekend in the woods. The four of us had rented a little house with a backyard that opened onto six thousand acres of forest, or something like that. Honestly, I hadn’t paid that much attention to the details....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Home Sweet Home</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Mar 2025 21:24:17 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I can’t believe I’m finally creating a record of this after so many years. It’s not an easy thing to talk about, but my therapist tells me it needs to be done. She says it’s time to let go of the past and that talking...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Lost Lantern</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Mar 2025 21:20:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It wasn’t my fault that Albie went into the lost mine. I keep telling myself that. I guess if I really believed it, I wouldn’t have gone in after him. It was my fault that he had the lantern, after all. This all started on...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Connection Lost</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2025 19:38:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Sarah stands in front of the house, staring up at the dirty windows and the sad roof. She remembers it looking very different, full of vibrant hues. She’s not sure whether it’s her memories coloring the paint a brighter shade of blue than it is...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Killing Time</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2025 19:36:42 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I approached the Bucket of Blood pub from the other side of the street, waiting to cross after the Number 7 bus tore down the road. The neighborhood was quiet on this slow weekday afternoon, and this suited me just fine. I glanced up at...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Unperson</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2025 06:16:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Elliot Foster had never considered himself important enough to be noticed, let alone targeted. His work was dull, procedural—precisely the kind of job that ensured he remained anonymous in a world increasingly governed by algorithms and automated oversight. Each morning, he logged into...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Inkai Upgrade</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2025 05:19:42 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Julian Webb had always prided himself on staying ahead of the curve. He wasn’t reckless—just forward-thinking. He kept himself in top physical condition, tracked every calorie, every rep, and every measurable sign of progress with obsessive precision. So when he learned about Inkai,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Second Skin</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2025 00:56:58 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I The conference room at Argenesis Biotech was as sterile as a surgical suite, the kind of place designed to inspire confidence. A wall of glass separated the attendees from the laboratory beyond, where scientists in crisp white coats moved with quiet efficiency among...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Secret Tunnel</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Mar 2025 02:00:07 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The air in the Rockies had a way of slipping into your lungs, cool and clean, before settling in your chest. Eric drew in a long breath, savoring it. His hiking boots crunched over a gravel-strewn path as he wound his way through the woods...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Do Not Connect</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Mar 2025 17:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Trapped in a soul-crushing job, Sammi spends her days dealing with inconsiderate coworkers and a dismissive boss, desperate for an escape. But when her laptop mysteriously connects to a Wi-Fi network labeled "DO NOT CONNECT," she finds herself on a website that asks one simple question: "How Can We Help You?" What starts as a joke quickly spirals into something more sinister as her complaints start coming true in violent, unexplainable ways. As she rises through the ranks at work, Sammi faces a terrifying realization—when everything in life is just a click away, how do you know when to stop? A dark psychological thriller that explores the price of power, "Do Not Connect" will leave you questioning the cost of convenience.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Party at Hollow Ridge — A CTFDN Choose-Your-Own Adventure Story</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Feb 2025 17:00:14 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Welcome to the The Party at Hollow Ridge. You’re about to make choices shaping how this night unfolds. Will you stay with your friends or venture into the unknown? THE CHOICE IS YOURS.  ]]></description>
		
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		<title>Hinton&#8217;s Shop</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Feb 2025 02:00:25 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Claire Dorsey wasn’t expecting to stumble onto a mystery that evening. She had just been scrolling through old newspaper archives, looking for a simple human-interest piece—a nostalgia article, maybe, about the oldest stores in town. That’s when she found it. The photo was...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Seven Stones</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Feb 2025 02:00:58 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[A year after losing his wife, a grieving man struggles to move forward. When a mysterious dating app sets him up with a woman who seems almost too perfect, he dares to believe in a fresh start. But as the nights pass, his backyard stones continue to fracture, a shadowy figure lingers in his shed, and an unsettling truth begins to surface. A chilling meditation on grief and the unknown, The Seven Stones unravels the fragile boundary between life, death, and the choices we make in between.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Chalk Box</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Feb 2025 17:00:50 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There was something in the old safe. That was all I knew for sure. We’d tilted it carefully and heard something sizable sliding around. The safe itself was one of those classic home wall cubes, big enough to hold something a foot in every dimension....]]></description>
		
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		<title>We Broke into Newbridge</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Feb 2025 02:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Act 1: The Dare I still remember the way the ruins looked that night—jagged, blackened stone silhouetted against the moon, like a broken row of teeth. Even now, over fifty years later, I can still smell the ash, feel the rough edges of the foundation beneath my...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Your Fever is My Fire</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 16 Feb 2025 17:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Act 1: The Fever Begins The fever had been hammering me for three days straight. I was too weak to get out of bed, too sore to sleep, and too congested to breathe properly. Every muscle in my body ached, the inside of my throat...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Together Forever</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 15 Feb 2025 02:00:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[This all started a little over a year ago when I was scrolling through a certain dating app. I’m a guy in his mid 20s just wanting to find someone to connect with. I’m painfully introverted so going out and meeting people has always been...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Sacrifice</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Feb 2025 17:00:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In a secluded mountain town, a dark tradition dictates that every summer solstice, a human sacrifice is made to an ancient beast lurking beneath the earth. For a fifteen-year-old boy, the truth behind the town’s rituals is revealed, and he is forced to partake in the hunt for a victim. But as the sacrifice unfolds, he grapples with guilt, fear, and the horrifying realization of the cost of survival. A chilling tale of family, loyalty, and the monstrous price of tradition, this story will keep you questioning the true cost of community.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Wishing Man</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Feb 2025 02:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When F.S. Krug arrives in Waverly’s Crossing and opens The Order Store, the townsfolk are intrigued by his unusual business. But soon, whispers spread—Krug can grant wishes to those willing to visit him after hours. At first, the wishes seem miraculous, but one by one, the recipients meet gruesome and untimely fates. Young Dalton Tucker and his brother Jack decide to uncover the truth behind the Wishing Man, only to stumble upon a horrifying secret buried within Krug’s shop. What they find forces them to make a choice that will shape their fates forever. A chilling tale of temptation and the cost of getting exactly what you desire.]]></description>
		
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		<title>I Catfish a Different Girl Each Night</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 09 Feb 2025 02:00:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[A lonely, socially isolated man spends his nights catfishing unsuspecting women, leading them into staged encounters where their disgust fuels an obsession he can’t seem to escape. As memories of his abusive childhood resurface, his nightly game begins to take on a more sinister purpose. But when one date doesn’t go as expected, the carefully constructed walls around his reality start to crack, forcing him to confront the ghosts of his past—and the dangerous path he’s heading down. A chilling exploration of deception, trauma, and the inescapable pull of self-destruction.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Drowned Chorus</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Feb 2025 17:00:17 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Eleanor Voss thought a quiet retreat to the coastal town of Blackridge would be the perfect place to reignite her singing career. But when she begins to hear a haunting melody beneath her own voice, she is pulled into a dark and ancient legacy tied to the ocean. As she becomes increasingly consumed by the song and the strange power it holds over her, Eleanor must confront the truth about her past and her family's connection to the water. A chilling tale of transformation, obsession, and the price of silence, this story will make you question what lies beneath the surface—and whether we can ever escape the pull of the things that call to us.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Shed Beneath the Pines</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Feb 2025 17:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[After forty years away, Hank Walker returns to his childhood home, only to find something that shouldn’t exist: the toolshed he tore down decades ago, standing whole as if it had never been touched. At first, he tells himself it’s exhaustion playing tricks on his mind. But when the hammering starts at night, steady and relentless, he realizes something is still working inside. And the deeper he digs, the more he understands—some things were never meant to be left unfinished. A haunting exploration of legacy, isolation, and the horrors we build with our own hands, The Shed Beneath the Pines is a slow-burning nightmare you won’t soon forget.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Through the Cracks</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Feb 2025 02:00:53 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Nathan just wanted a cheap apartment, but The Margrave offers far more than he bargained for. When cracks appear in the walls, they seem ordinary at first—until they start to move and grow. As strange sounds and eerie occurrences escalate, Nathan becomes convinced something unnatural lurks behind the plaster. But with his neighbors vanishing one by one, he realizes he’s running out of time. A haunting, claustrophobic tale of isolation, paranoia, and a building that won’t let go, this story will leave you wondering if there’s more to the walls around you than meets the eye.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Smell of Decay</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Feb 2025 17:00:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Claire is convinced something is rotting inside the walls of their home, but Amir can’t smell it—at least, not at first. As the foul stench spreads and black stains begin to seep through the house, their quiet domestic life turns into a waking nightmare. Strange whispers call Amir’s name. The air feels wrong. And when he finally sees what’s lurking behind the vents, he realizes their home isn’t just haunted. It’s hungry. A slow-burning descent into paranoia and possession, this chilling story explores the terrifying idea that sometimes, the things we can’t see are the ones that consume us the most.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Chewing</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 31 Jan 2025 17:00:48 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Looking for a fresh start, Daniel and Mara move into a remote farmhouse, eager to escape city life. But from the moment they arrive, something feels off. The land is too quiet, their dog refuses to go near the house, and Daniel begins hearing an eerie, wet chewing sound beneath the floor. When he discovers massive, human-like teeth embedded in the soil—and realizes the land itself may be alive—it becomes clear that something ancient and hungry has been waiting for them. A chilling tale of isolation, paranoia, and inescapable horror, Chewing will make you think twice about what’s lurking beneath your feet.]]></description>
		
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		<title>There&#8217;s Something Different About Her</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Jan 2025 17:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When Aaron’s girlfriend, Lynn, unexpectedly returns home early from a trip, he welcomes the chance to spend extra time together. But as the days pass, he starts to notice unsettling changes—blood in the sink, strands of hair in the drain, and a growing sense that the woman sharing his bed is no longer the woman he loves. As his suspicions mount, Aaron is forced to confront a horrifying truth: if Lynn is here with him, then what happened to the real one? A tense and unsettling tale of identity, deception, and the horrors that lurk beneath the skin.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Smoking Kills</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Jan 2025 02:00:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Smoking was supposed to be a teenage rebellion, not a death sentence. But when the narrator witnesses a horrific incident involving his friend and a sinister figure named Ash, he’s thrust into a decades-long relationship of fear and coercion. Cigarettes become the chain that binds him, as he struggles to navigate the dangerous rules of a friendship he never wanted. A chilling tale of survival, manipulation, and the dark allure of rebellion, this story will leave you questioning what it truly means to be free.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Red Car</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Jan 2025 17:00:42 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[A father’s annual trip to the county fair with his young daughter turns into a nightmare when a ride called the Blizzard Bobsled reveals its sinister secret. A mysterious figure in an out-of-order red car defies logic, appearing and disappearing at will, and may pose a threat to anyone who dares ride alone. A gripping and eerie tale of suspense, this story will make you think twice about your next trip to the fair.]]></description>
		
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		<title>We Dug Too Deep</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 23 Jan 2025 17:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Deep in the Argentine jungle, Surveyor Chief Ales and his team uncover the ruins of a long-lost civilization buried beneath the earth. What begins as an archaeological marvel quickly turns into a fight for survival as eerie discoveries reveal the ruins’ dark purpose. With strange phenomena and ancient horrors closing in, Ales must grapple with the ultimate question: How far would you go to unearth the truth—and what might you awaken in the process? A haunting exploration of the perils of discovery, this story will leave you breathless.]]></description>
		
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		<title>My Girlfriend Talks in Her Sleep</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Jan 2025 17:00:14 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I If I’m being honest, I ignored the warning signs. I mean, wouldn’t you? Sharon was perfect—or at least, she seemed perfect at the time. She’s beautiful in that classic way that makes people stop and stare. Smart, too. She’s got a dry sense...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Bone Orchard</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Jan 2025 17:00:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There weren’t ever any stories about the forest. It wasn’t haunted. It wasn’t sacred ground. It wasn’t anything except a bunch of pine trees, and whatever grows under pine trees. Mostly smaller pine trees, as I recall. Pine trees tend to kill off anything else...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Isle of Bobs</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Jan 2025 17:00:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I woke on sand, the sound of crashing waves in my ears and the powerful sun shining down upon me, its rays burning my skin. My whole body ached, and it was a struggle to even open my eyes, let alone lift my head to...]]></description>
		
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		<title>I Found a Deadly Roller Coaster Simulation on the Dark Web</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 09 Jan 2025 17:00:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Have you ever wanted to relive the thrill of a roller coaster without leaving your seat? Well, I found a way–but it came with a catch I never saw coming. And if you ever stumble across RideShare on the dark web, don’t click it. Trust...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Have You Seen Them? The Construction Workers?</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Jan 2025 17:00:23 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Have you seen them? The construction workers? Have you seen them? Working on the roads at night&#8230; Always busy. But it&#8217;s never clear just what they&#8217;re working on. I&#8217;ve seen them. And I know that they&#8217;ve seen me. I am a little drunk right now....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Tears of a Star-Spawned Sybil</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Jan 2025 17:00:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Across the cosmos, a lone survivor of a lost civilization mourns the destruction of her home galaxy, devoured by an insatiable celestial force known as the Gluttonous Star. Now bound to a new galaxy forged from remnants of the old, she watches as humanity thrives, unaware of the horrors that once consumed her kind. As the shadow of annihilation looms again, her desperate attempt to warn the living reveals the haunting truth of their origins. A chilling exploration of cosmic dread and the fragile beauty of creation, this story will leave you questioning the nature of existence itself.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Milk Run</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 31 Dec 2024 17:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[They told me to bomb a hospital or an orphanage.  My choice. I had a ZAG-05 personal rocket launcher and five rockets, each of which yielded five megatons and provided expedited half-life radioactive decay, allowing for comparatively prompt occupation.  In other words, our troops could...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Verminous</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Dec 2024 17:00:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I imagine that the folks in the city didn’t see anything at all. Out here we’ve got fewer lights. The sky’s a lot clearer at night. Gives a man something to think about, looking up at all that space. I know it’s no deep philosophy,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Frostbite</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Dec 2024 17:00:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Struggling to meet a delivery deadline during a brutal snowstorm, Jack Harper faces more than just treacherous roads. The ice beneath his truck isn't natural—it's alive, spreading and hunting with a will of its own. Joined by a terrified stranger, Jack must navigate a desolate highway where every mile brings new horrors. A chilling tale of survival and sacrifice, this story explores the relentless power of nature and the terrifying unknown that lies beneath the surface.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Buzzing</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Dec 2024 17:00:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Amanda was standing in the darkness, beating her fists against the refrigerator door. The commotion had wrenched me out of a deep and dreamless sleep. When I’d crept down the hall to investigate, I’d had panicked thoughts of intruders, stealing into the house to gut...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Drone Above the Pines</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Dec 2024 16:17:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Moving to the idyllic suburbs of Chester County seemed like a dream come true, until strange lights began appearing above the pine trees. At first dismissed as rumors of advanced drones, one man's unsettling encounter reveals something far more enigmatic and terrifying. As strange occurrences escalate—eerie patterns, electronic malfunctions, and vivid, haunting dreams—he realizes he’s at the center of something he cannot understand or escape. A chilling tale of isolation and unrelenting fear, this story explores what happens when the ordinary collides with the otherworldly.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Hairy Hands of Briar&#8217;s Bend</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Dec 2024 17:00:42 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Seeking a fresh start in his small Midwestern hometown, Caleb hopes to leave his troubles behind and find peace. But when a chance detour leads him down Briar’s Bend, a road steeped in local legend, he becomes entangled in a chilling mystery. Drivers whisper of invisible forces—disembodied hands—that seize control and lead to tragedy. As Caleb investigates the dark history of the bend, he discovers that some roads hold secrets best left undisturbed. A gripping tale of folklore, fear, and unseen terror, this story will make you think twice before taking the shortcut.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Bygone</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Dec 2024 17:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When an ambitious archeologist leads a team into the uncharted mountains of Eastern Europe, they expect to uncover ancient ruins and forgotten civilizations. Instead, they stumble upon something otherworldly—a living structure housing a presence that defies comprehension. As their awe turns to dread, the team must confront the consequences of their curiosity and the chilling realization that not all discoveries are meant to be understood. A gripping tale of cosmic horror and human fragility, Bygone delves into the cost of seeking answers to questions beyond our grasp.]]></description>
		
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		<title>No Udthimoal Thext</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Dec 2024 17:00:11 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[While exploring the shadowy streets of Old Arkham, an arcane scholar stumbles upon a bookshop filled with forgotten tomes and ancient secrets. Among the crumbling shelves lies a peculiar book with a title that seems to shift and shimmer in the light. Drawn by an insidious pull, the scholar takes the book home, dismissing the shopkeeper’s warnings of danger. But as whispers invade their mind and dreams twist into horrifying landscapes, they begin to unravel the true nature of what they’ve unleashed. A gripping exploration of forbidden knowledge and the thin line between reality and the unknown, this story will haunt you long after the final page.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Horn of Plenty</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Nov 2024 17:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The air in the Andrews household was tense, rife with the particular brand of anxiety that crept in around the holidays, when expenses piled up and paychecks seemed to shrink. Jim Andrews sat at the head of the table, staring down at the stack of...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Paper Wasps</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Nov 2024 16:00:54 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When Rick is awakened by his son’s midnight cries, he dismisses them as the product of an overactive imagination. But in the dim light of Desmond’s bedroom, he finds something far stranger—a massive, unnatural wasp nest that seems to have appeared overnight. As Rick and his wife Petra delve into the mystery of its origins, they uncover secrets that challenge their understanding of time, reality, and safety in their own home. A gripping tale of creeping dread and the perils of uncovering what was never meant to be found, Paper Wasps will leave you questioning how much you can trust even the walls around you.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Goodness Room</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Oct 2024 16:00:50 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[After moving to a quiet mining town, young Emmett finds himself in a school where rules are enforced with terrifying precision. The punishment for stepping out of line? A trip to the mysterious Goodness Room, a place whispered about in fear but never questioned aloud. When a rebellious classmate returns changed and hollow, Emmett begins to sense that the Goodness Room is no ordinary detention. A chilling exploration of authority, control, and the loss of identity, this haunting story reveals the sinister cost of compliance—and the courage it takes to resist.]]></description>
		
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		<title>People Knob</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Oct 2024 16:00:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When Peter first notices the cryptic graffiti—“People Knob” and a phone number—etched into a grimy bathroom wall, he dismisses it as another oddity of city life. But when the same phrase begins appearing everywhere he goes, curiosity gets the better of him. A single phone call plunges Peter into a chilling world of grotesque sounds, eerie coincidences, and unrelenting dread. As he tries to unravel the truth, he discovers that some mysteries are better left unanswered. A tense and unsettling exploration of obsession and the unknown, this story will make you think twice before dialing a number you don’t recognize.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Remember You Must Die</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Oct 2024 16:00:53 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Mike Gilbert paused before driving under the deer skull. Carved vines twisted along the arch at the entrance to Undergrove Salvage, with the bone-white skull centered at the top. He flicked a cigarette butt onto the road, then stepped on the gas. His Ford F-150...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Fate of Martin Finch</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Oct 2024 16:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Martin Finch leaned back in his worn leather chair, the familiar creak echoing softly in the quiet of his antique shop. At 55, Martin was a man of routine. Every morning, he arrived precisely at eight, unlocking the shop’s heavy wooden door to welcome the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Peddler Man</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Oct 2024 16:00:47 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The Peddler Man, The Peddler Man Could Bring You Delights or an Old Tin Can There Will Be Nothing to Lack When the Peddler Man Opens His Sack My grandfather was the first to encounter The Peddler Man.  He would often tell us stories of...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Mask for Every Mood</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Oct 2024 16:00:18 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“This thing is malfunctioning again!” shouted Eric, pounding the controls of the neurostimulator. Little by little, the youth’s limbic system lumbered into action, and the physiological markers of anger started to manifest themselves: increases in heart rate, arterial tension, and testosterone production. However, the silicone...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Chernobog Station</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Oct 2024 16:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chernobog Station was but a hollow reminder of the grim reality of what the Arctic Circle could do in a single night. Hoarfrost and harsh winds tore apart equipment, covering everything in a slick sheet of icy gray and black.  It gave the impression of...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Aqua Aeterna</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Oct 2024 16:00:13 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The submarine mess hall was total chaos. It rang with clanging trays, raised voices and general hubbub. Even so, Nathan’s head snapped up when the first rivet pinged free. The sharp fracturing of metal was followed immediately by a second report as the massive pressure...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Promise Land</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Oct 2024 16:00:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[He woke up, wiping the sleep from his little eyes. He squinted, straining his vision back into clarity. Morning? he wondered. He shuffled from the bundle of raggedy cushions he&#8217;d been sleeping on. He peeked through the blinds at the world outside. In doing so,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>WarWolf</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Sep 2024 16:00:07 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Working for the defense industry has always been a trip.  I started out in the late 90’s, working out of Yuma, AZ, engineering the next wave of unmanned surveillance drones for the U.S. military.  Technology had come so far by this point…nothing seemed off-limits, and...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Farthest Shores</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Sep 2024 16:00:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[As long as Paula and I have been married, there hasn’t been a chance for us to slow down. Not to say that is a bad thing, of course; it’s just that after seven years of work, school and taking care of aging parents, we...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Winnie</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Sep 2024 16:00:25 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The night was heavy with silence as Amy pulled into the driveway of her small, single-story ranch home. The glow of the streetlights barely reached the edges of her property, leaving the surrounding trees shrouded in darkness. After another grueling twelve-hour shift at the hospital,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Wishing Well</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Sep 2024 16:00:57 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The sun was setting, casting long shadows through the trees on Harold’s rural property. It was an evening like any other, the kind Harold had grown accustomed to since his wife, Henrietta, passed away twelve years ago. These walks had become a routine, a way...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Did You Check the Box?</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Feb 2024 19:24:25 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In a dilapidated house at the edge of a small, quiet town, where the shadows danced and the wind whispered secrets, was what was supposed to be my wife and I’s paradise. Our once-grand home now stood as a decrepit monument to the relentless march...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Devouring Mirror</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 09 Dec 2023 17:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“That one is very special,” said the old man running the antique shop. Emily looked up from her phone to see a large baroque mirror with a gilded frame of carved flowers.  The late afternoon sunlight that shone through the storefront glittered over the frame,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Long Ride Not Home</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Dec 2023 17:00:14 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Too often, throughout history, what we can’t explain we label a religion. Religion is the bait and switch that gets us on our knees. But when it comes to evil, it’s a more subtle religion, one we pray against. On the big screen, Peggy Carter...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Arborvitae</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Nov 2023 17:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“We’re gonna make this a tradition,” Jerry said confidently. The others in the back of the van could barely hear him over the music. “Arbor Day getaway.” “We’re not, Jer,” said Sarah. Jerry gave her a wounded look, and she reached over and put a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>It&#8217;s Hard to Resist Omegle</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Nov 2023 17:00:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Before I even get into this, I’ve got a very important public service announcement for those of you already judging me based on the title of this alone. I don’t want any of you giving me lip in the comments about how I shouldn’t have...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Halloween Funeral</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 31 Oct 2023 16:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part One In some strange kind of way, I suppose it was appropriate that Nicholas passed so near Halloween. He loved the dressing up and scaring friends, going to spook houses nightly for the week ahead and then staying out all night the night of....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Ye Who Enter Here</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2023 16:00:49 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Ah, welcome!” The man who stood at the open door was painfully suburban. His thick-rimmed glasses were slightly too large for his face, even with the wide grin he was currently sporting. His pastel polo shirt was tucked into the belted waistband of his cargo...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Rapacious Appetite</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Oct 2023 16:00:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part One It was early on in my childhood that I understood what the definition of gluttony was. Or at the very least a hungry dose of greed. My family was engulfed in such. My grandma always said there wasn’t much difference ‘tween the two...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Eternal Beauty</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Oct 2023 16:00:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Claire awakens from the dream, sheets and nightgown soaked. Yanking the covers off, she rushes into the bathroom and throws cold water onto her face to help stem the hot flash, but it doesn’t work. She fumbles down the dark hallway and into the kitchen,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Treats</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Oct 2023 16:00:42 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The annual office Halloween party was in full effect.  The large, open-space office was plastered wall-to-wall with paper bats and plastic pumpkins, and every surface covered in enough candy bowls to give a football team diabetes.  Dressed in their vampire capes and witch’s hats, the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Antique Costumes Make My Skin Crawl</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Oct 2023 16:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Let me start by saying that I hate Halloween.  But don’t write me off yet; let me explain.  Every year, my mother would sew me a ridiculous costume that no one in their right mind would think to wear.  While my friends were clad in...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Of Emerald Towers And Crimson Children</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Oct 2023 05:00:14 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[You know that feeling you get when you are deep in the forest?  Like something is watching you?  Maybe even following you?  But, of course, you continue on, because it’s just your imagination.  Except that it’s not.  The feeling you have is instinctual, and you...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Treetops</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Oct 2023 16:00:36 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Nearly half a million children are reported missing each year in the United States. Averaged out across all of the cities, towns and the like, that comes out to about four missing kids per populated area per year. Fortunately, all but a tiny handful—about twelve...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Hunger of Evota Falls</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Oct 2023 16:00:58 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[THE FOLLOWING STORY IS A SEQUEL TO THE STORY: &#8220;Kill the Curdler&#8220; The funny thing about problems, Ackerman reflected, was that they never went away. They just changed into other problems. Sometimes smaller, sometimes larger, but never gone. Problems fed on each other, just like...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Dream of Tunnels</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 25 Sep 2023 05:00:18 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Remember, the entrance door to the sanctuary is inside you.” — Rumi, 13th Century I had a wife once, aeons ago; but I can&#8217;t remember her name. I can’t even see her face in my dreams anymore. I must write all this down before any more...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Betrayal</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Jun 2023 16:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Rachel sat alone amongst the dilapidated pews strewn carelessly on the church floor. It had been longer than she cared to remember since she had visited the church, and time had not been kind to the once-warming embrace of its dimly lit walls. Now it...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Have A Drink On Me</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 28 May 2023 16:00:17 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In simple terms, I cannot write the story as it happened.  I must dumb it down for those critics who refuse to delve into a simple dictionary.  Let us move on in the simplicity of common language that we all might understand. The bar was...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Red Balloons</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 26 May 2023 16:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[1 A loud thud exploded in front of me. The precise spot which seconds earlier would have landed my body had it not been for the fate from the faint whine in the sky forcing me to halt in my tracks and look up. I...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Sophie and the Monarch</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 25 May 2023 16:00:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Mary Wyles My name is Richard William Kinnley. I’m seventeen years old. Other than that, I ain’t got nothin’ to say til my daddy and lawyer get here. ***** I gaze down the old farm road which stretches for miles in front of me. The...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Mary’s Bridge</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Apr 2023 18:56:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Yea, buddy,&#8221; Jason Biggs shouted, smiled, and then gulped down the rest of his brewski as Bon Scott fabulously articulated that he was on the highway to Hell. He crushed the can and tossed it out of his open window. His gray chest hair fluttered...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Well</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Natalie Brown]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Apr 2023 23:54:49 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[&#8220;A bit of a lemon, isn&#8217;t it?&#8221; Sheila asked as she hefted the first box out of the moving van. A short, high chuckle responded to her question as she turned around to see Matt, her husband, striking a superhero pose with his fists at...]]></description>
		
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		<title> Garden of Statues</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Mar 2023 16:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[1 She stared at the detail of the concrete work. Reaching out, her fingers lightly touched the surface and found it to be very smooth. Every imperfection of the model’s body was detailed as if the sculptor knew her intimately. From the dimple in her...]]></description>
		
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		<title>St. Patrick&#8217;s Night</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Mar 2023 16:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The small town lay still in the wake of its most eventful annual celebration, St. Patrick&#8217;s Day. Every year on the anniversary of the Saint&#8217;s death, all the local residents from miles around fill the square and line the streets, clad in their tackiest emerald...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Watchmaster</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Mar 2023 17:00:21 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Charles Walker Woods was a gentleman of means. In a city rapidly being subsumed by the dim fog of industry, he felt it was not just his right to stand out as a breath of fresh air—it was his duty. Were it not for people...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Jelly</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Dec 2022 17:00:21 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Bertram couldn’t be sure how long Emeline had been dead. She&#8217;d been in the bathroom, taking one of her late afternoon soaks. He hadn&#8217;t heard a peep out of her since she&#8217;d turned off the faucets over an hour ago. He didn’t think much about...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Reindeer Games</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2022 17:00:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Something is wrong with Sleigh Town—Roni knew that much about it. During the pre-covid era of twenty-eighteen, I was hired as a night security guard for a park in our town, right on the cusp of December. Since its grand-opening in the seventies, the acres...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Kill the Curdler</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Aug 2022 16:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The poster was simple. Someone had done their best with it, but their best wasn’t very good. MONSTIR HUNTIRS WANTED, read the boldly misspelled words at the top. Below that was a drawing straight out of a child’s imagination. It showed a hunched creature with...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Werewolf Truce</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Aug 2022 16:00:38 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[American Journal of Russian History Volume XXI Issue 3 Dead Letters: Imperial Russian Army Correspondence from the Eastern Front in World War I Written and Translated by Oksana Volkov, PhD As soon as Imperial Russia entered World War I, the “Provisional regulations on military censorship”...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Neighbourhood Watchman</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Aug 2022 16:00:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Nearly three years ago, when the pandemic began, I moved my family to a small hamlet in the Scottish Highlands.  I won’t give you its name.  I wouldn’t want you to find this place. That being said, I can no longer keep this secret to...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Voices I Follow</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Aug 2022 16:00:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Craving attention, sharply and peremptorily acting out.  I have been disengaged from reality. I am in my own utopia, absorbed in thought, insanely agitated even with the least little distraction.  A fan blowing the edges of my paper in a waving fashion makes me want...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Text Messages</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Aug 2022 16:00:40 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[No other couple on the planet had a larger dragon to slay than Henry and Anne.  Maybe it was no dragon at all.  Nothing was as sinister as what the couple had allowed to crawl in between them and separate them.  First, this succubus came...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Glass Darkly</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Aug 2022 16:00:18 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[As I wipe the mirror clean of the settled dust, the chaff, the ash, I, in fact, am erasing the last fingerprints known to exist of the one who only ever existed in my mind.  It was real for me, though I am told, unconvincingly,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Shadow of Doubt</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Aug 2022 16:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[1 Corinthians 13:12 – Young’s Literal Translation 1898 “..for we see now through a mirror obscurely, and then face to face; now I know in part, and then I shall fully know, as also I was known..” We see through a glass darkly.  Irresolvable shadows...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Buzz, Buzz, Buzz</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 31 Jul 2022 16:00:49 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[A man named Harmonious True stood at his upstairs apartment window, staring out at the city confronting him.  He wiped the grime from around the frame of the window, flipped the handkerchief over to the clean white side and wiped the glass in a circular...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Cursed</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 23 Jul 2022 16:00:21 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter 1 “Hey, Donovan!” Colin yelled as he walked into his corner office with his hand held out for a shake. “My man! I cannot believe you brokered that deal! I didn’t think there was any way Richard would sell.” Donovan smiled as he reached...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Wooden Box</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Jul 2022 16:00:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Peter?  Oh, Peter?  It’s time to wake up, sleepyhead.”  The quiet voice drifted through the blackness of the small enclosure, like a fall leaf looking for a place to land. Peter lay sprawled across a concrete floor.  His eyelids fluttered as the sing-songy voice pulled...]]></description>
		
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		<title>You Said Forever</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Jul 2022 16:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Annabelle awoke to complete and impenetrable darkness, as she did every evening, although that was perfectly normal for a Vampire Lady of the Forsaken Coast. The Hematocrats, as they were affectionately known, did not hide from the sun in coffins, but in ornate inner sanctums...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Jack-O-Lantern Men of Willow Wood Hill</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Jul 2022 16:00:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I live in a picturesque little housing development overlooking the Avalon River, just a short drive away from Sombermorey.  It&#8217;s surrounded by enough woods to muffle out the sound of traffic on the adjacent highway, and the road leading into the neighborhood is so discreet...]]></description>
		
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		<title>What Does That Have To Do With The Price Of Corn</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jul 2022 16:00:11 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It was that time of year when ‘fresh corn’ signs along the rural roadside are a common sight. Not being a big connoisseur of either fresh produce or farmer’s markets, I had never pulled over for one myself. But it was one particularly attention-grabbing sign...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Jimmy’s Toys</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 10 Jul 2022 16:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When I was growing up, we had an amazing toy store in our town. It was designed to resemble a medieval castle with multiple floors and took up an enormous portion of a nearby strip mall. You wouldn’t find national toy brands like Mattel or...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Olivia</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 09 Jul 2022 16:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter 1 A loud screeching noise interrupts my shower. Reaching for my towel, I hear it again, only louder. I get out of the shower and towel off quickly. Listening carefully, I don’t hear the screech I heard earlier, and think to myself it must...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Seethe</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 06 Jul 2022 16:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Blue.  Life is blue.  Existence, awakening sentience, all of it is blue.  Not black, nor shining brightness or anything, but blue.  True blue.  Once in a blue moon.  That’s a saying, right?  The blue of ignorance, wafting like…oh, what are they?  Those lovely warbling mountains...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Life in Lenora</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Jul 2022 16:00:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Growing up in Lenora, nobody died.  Not in that quiet, dust-flavored hamlet.  Even with a humble town like ours, the small sadnesses you’d see every so often were gone, however young, old, or misfortune.  The hospital beds lay empty, aside from the drunks resting off...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Wonderful Friend</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 03 Jul 2022 16:00:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Friends like Quinn Perser were hard to come by, especially in Stonedirt County.  He was one of those spectacular people, the kind you meet once in your life, if you’re lucky, that knew how to complement every aspect of you.  Held a good conversation, shared...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Terror in the Mind of the Abyss</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Jun 2022 16:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Battle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster, and if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.” &#8211;Friedrich Nietzsche There’s something looking at me in the corner of my room.  I throw one bleary half-opened eye toward my ancient alarm...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Fragments</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 23 Jun 2022 16:00:40 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The first time was probably the least tragic, or at least, the least painful.  The least haunting, as well.  It was three years ago; my health had taken a nosedive.  Cancer, stage three.  I’d been a chain smoker since the end of freshman year of...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Eating Richly</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Jun 2022 16:00:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“And a double with cheese, please.” Patrick leaned in close to me from the passenger seat.  “Can you add a Coke to that, too?” I leaned out.  “Can we have a Coke, too, please?”  I looked back at Patrick, who made a hand gesture, pulling...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Hunt</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Jun 2022 16:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The following is transcribed from a document located in an unmarked grave discovered and exhumed on the island of Skellig Michael.  The document is of particular note, because not only does it predate the monastic orders that would come to dominate the culture of this...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Neither Here Nor There</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Jun 2022 16:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Staring wildly out the window, trying to make sense of the madness swelling in my mind, I am lost in the reverie of the little I know to be true, trying to reconcile the upheaval in my soul. How I pray it were possible, in...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Annie</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Jun 2022 16:00:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’ll never forget the Halloween I moved to Westport. It was a rough year for me—just barely 12—moving in the hottest summer months to a new town in the middle of nowhere. Coming from the big city, the endless fields and forests were definitely new...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Depths of Trust</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Jun 2022 16:00:23 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It had been a whirlwind romance.  Hakamiah Morrison had been head over heels for Delilah from the moment he first laid eyes on her.  He was not greatly skilled in the art of seduction, or indeed even conversation, so it took a few tries to...]]></description>
		
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		<title>David Knows a Shortcut</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Jun 2022 16:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There were three things everyone could tell you about David.  The first, the one everyone noticed immediately, was that he was handsome.  Like, Hollywood handsome.  He had a roguish charm, too, a disarming smile that lit up his face and made everything all right.  Men,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>What is Going on at Liberty Chapel</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Jun 2022 16:00:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m from a smallish town.  In a town like that, you know everyone&#8217;s business, for better or for worse.  You all go to the same school, shop at the same stores, show up on Sundays at the same churches. More or less, anyway.  My town...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Bus Ride Down Foulcroft Row</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Jun 2022 16:00:34 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It was just after dark, and I was standing by myself at an abandoned bus stop on an almost equally abandoned street, waiting in near pitch-black conditions for a bus that logically would never come.  Most of the streetlights didn’t work anymore, and the derelict...]]></description>
		
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		<title>My Jolly Sailor Bold</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Jun 2022 16:00:23 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Captain Saul Saline (also spelled Selene, depending on whether he was feeling salty or loony) took a pair of methodical, tottering steps out of the elevator and into the command module of his scrap trawler, the ‘SS Saline’s Solution,’ more informally known as ‘The Grimy...]]></description>
		
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		<title>An Abhorrent Vacuum</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Jun 2022 16:00:22 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The Ontological Vacuum Chamber had been intended to create a pocket of absolute Nothing, in the purest, philosophical sense of the term.  It was to be completely devoid of not only mass and energy but space and time as well.  This would not be like...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Can’t Stop the Signal</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 31 May 2022 16:00:21 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“So… you’re trying to cash in on this whole ‘analog horror’ fad?  Is that it?” the eccentrically dressed yet curmudgeonly old shopkeeper asked as he disinterestedly pawed through the jumbled collection of off-brand VHS tapes I had brought for him. I couldn’t say that I...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Where the Dead Ride</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 May 2022 16:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The stink of cigarettes and stale beer enveloped me as I pushed through the door of The Last Call. George Jones crooned from the jukebox and across the crowded room, Sherry Carter balanced a tray of drinks. She weaved between tables, her red hair like...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Chair in the Closet</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 May 2022 16:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Nine Months Earlier A computer programmer working at Simitrek, a software development company, typed at his office computer.  He looked at the stack of forms on his desk, then looked back at his computer screen.  Suddenly, his stomach let out a gurgling noise.  He rubbed...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Appalachia</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 May 2022 16:00:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Dallas skipped a stone as he sat on the bank of a tributary of the Elk River. His aluminum, two-man canoe gently bobbed in the lazy current. His gear already loaded, he waited for his partner. He yawned, stretched his lanky frame, and scratched an...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Pryor Mountain and the Little People</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 12 May 2022 16:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Fine day for a trek through the mountains,” Richard said as his fixed stare burned a hole through the mountains that lay ahead.  He and his men had just broke camp and were venturing into the unknown. They were following a crude handwritten map from...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Necronomicon</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 May 2022 16:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[We met as we always did when Dr. Victor Monier returned from one of his grand adventures.  Our congregation was small yet fulfilling.  He called them sabbaticals or short excursions.  He never failed to bring back something tangible along with the most unbelievable stories.  But...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Voice in the Well</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 09 May 2022 16:00:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[What awaits, is waiting for us all along.  There’s no changing that. The dug bore well had been on the property for 200 years, they said. It had been dry for over half of that, but folks would come by, toss a coin in and...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Dead Ringer</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 07 May 2022 16:00:24 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I am as accurate as a bullet without discrimination.  I always have been.  I am the unpretentious sort with calculated intent.  I use big words, little words, sometimes no words at all.  I am not the type who likes a face-to-face chin wag.  Working the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Wake Screaming</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 May 2022 16:00:07 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The night brings its phantasms, its lucid dreams and devilish nightmares, but it can also wake a sleeping man to sheer terror and mounting confusion, where reality is suffocating and the man prays it is a dream. Delusion; that is what it must be.  Peace...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Just Another Day at the Office</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 May 2022 16:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In the place unseen by the living lies a world so deep that time is forgotten and years are not measured.  No longer in the terrestrial, in this existence, it doesn’t matter how badly one behaves; as a matter of fact, bad behavior is readily...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Appointment with Death</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 04 May 2022 16:00:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Aldous Woolfe was a man of means.  He was a doer and never procrastinated at anything.  If he was supposed to do something, you could depend on him to do it.  He prized his job as an accountant.  He always loved numbers because numbers do...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Lump</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 May 2022 16:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[On Gallows Hill, that overlooked Witches Valley where the verdant Whispering Forest spanned the horizon, Delbert Denton lived alone in a very modest house in a cul-de-sac called Snake Den Road.  Delbert was a bachelor, never married and seldom, if ever, dated.  No woman had...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Last Call</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 May 2022 16:00:56 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Evan Burr found himself out late sauntering down the sidewalk on a night where the weather couldn’t make up its mind if it wanted to rain or not.  A light drizzle just made being outside without an umbrella an unpleasant stroll.  He spotted a bar...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Island of the Dolls</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 May 2022 16:00:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[No matter where I go, there is always fright.  Like an alcohol burn in my throat, like an acid that burns like hell.  No matter where I run, I race into the cold iron bars of a closed prison gate.  I am then isolated, segregated,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Dead Night</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Apr 2022 16:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Business was slow at the Tavern last night. Now, that wasn’t REALLY anything new (especially with this past month). Unfortunately, that didn’t keep my nerves from essentially spiking all night. Of all nights, this was the worst one to have no patrons – bar none!...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Blue Bear</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Apr 2022 16:00:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“We got a serious unnerstandin’ gap here.”  Joe shook his head, fishing out a Marlboro from his shirt pocket.  “I don’t need th’ money that bad.” The shiny quarter gleamed in the late morning sun, “I give you quarter,” the Asian man insisted. “Nope,” Joe...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Birdcage</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Apr 2022 16:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Corpus Christi Caller-Times, Corpus Christi, TX December 30, 2020 The mysterious artifact that doesn&#8217;t exist, but everyone is still looking for, by Ben Read. Those in the know refer to it as &#8220;the item.&#8221; Supposedly this secret item is worth untold riches, can cure cancer,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Death Witch</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 20 Apr 2022 16:00:35 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Peace can be found even in times of war, thought Hershel Güterbach. Hunched before his rustic kitchen’s sole window, he placed his liver-spotted hands on the rim of a deep basin sink as his pupils reflected the picture-perfect spring day. A cloudless sky of radiant...]]></description>
		
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		<title>When the Red Prophet Jumped</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 17 Apr 2022 16:00:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I need to clarify before I go any further: I DID NOT push him! I didn’t push him off the ledge. I don’t give a damn what’s being said. Even if I had, however… we’re all about to find out soon just how little it...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Welcome Home</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Mar 2022 16:00:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter 1 Eli was startled by the sound of a key in the front door. He had been resting in the upstairs bedroom. He couldn’t sleep anymore and hadn’t been able to do so in weeks. He missed it. He hadn’t left the house in...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Jackdaw</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Mar 2022 16:00:53 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My hands were wet and clammy as I looked through the binoculars (field glasses, my mother used to call them), making the subtly curved view of my house jump and shift as I tried to hold on.  It was inside with them, watching TV in...]]></description>
		
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		<title>It Had Three Mouths</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Mar 2022 16:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The night was quiet until we got the call that three men were beating a homeless person to death. Dispatch called two patrol units along with EMS, and when the first deputy got there, they phoned me as the investigator on call.  I went to...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Toon Tipping</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Mar 2022 16:00:25 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Every group of friends has a tradition. If you hang around a specific set of people for long enough, in-jokes will sprout from next to nothing.  Routines will manifest out of thin air.  Sometimes they’re clever; most of the time, they’re obnoxious, pointless, and asinine....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Never-Ever-Ever</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Mar 2022 16:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I used to go hiking to clear my mind. It was nothing extraordinary.  No backpack, no walking stick, no geo-locator app on my phone &#8211; just casual walks through White Leaf park.  It wasn’t so much a hobby for me as it was a way...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Local Legend</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Mar 2022 16:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Leonard Skye was a bit of a local celebrity in the absurdly small town where I grew up. Hunter, survivalist, general “man’s man,” Leonard was both respected and feared.  You would never catch him wearing anything other than jeans, a t-shirt, and flannel.  The silver...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Dark Skies Trampoline Park</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Mar 2022 17:00:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I first heard the name “Gravity Sphere” uttered at an awards ceremony for my seven-year-old son Joey. The assistant principal, a hefty forty-something woman named Huffner, was rifling through a jar that had small shreds of paper with children’s names on it so she could...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Essence</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Mar 2022 17:00:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Lee was proud of his first apartment.  He would have been more proud had he been able to share it with Alyssa, but she wasn’t ready for that yet.  He hoped it would come in time if he was patient.  They had been dating since...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Plunge</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Mar 2022 17:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Wes didn’t care that it was dark.  He didn’t care that it was cold.  He didn’t care that he was miles from home.  He just cared about getting away, about clearing his head.  He wanted to be free under the stars for a while.  He...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Nightmarish Reunion</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 06 Mar 2022 17:00:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Corey was at the bar getting himself another old-fashioned with an Irish stout chaser when he stopped to look towards the back of the bar.  He saw someone on his way up from the outside smoking patio, someone that looked familiar, but he couldn’t place...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Noseblind</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Feb 2022 17:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’ve been walking around for the past five and a half weeks without feeling like I’m truly alive.  The positive test showed up first, and the symptoms came to plague me shortly after.  Our son was kind enough to agree to stay with us until...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Octopus Man</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Feb 2022 17:00:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Being a police detective means you see a lot of horrible things.  Things you can’t unsee. They haunt your dreams at night, and the images spill over into the daytime. Waking nightmares – ever hear of those?  I get them all the time. Pretty soon,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>I Came to Earth From Outer Space</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Feb 2022 17:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Every time I fall asleep, I have the same horrifying nightmare – a flashback of what we went through. In the dream, we’re back on Xangrath again.  Everything is just the way it was, and my heart aches for reasons my sleeping mind can’t comprehend. ...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Monster in My Dead Father’s Basement Is Getting Bigger</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Feb 2022 17:00:42 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The couch reeked of cigarette smoke, ashes, and body odor.  It was faded yellow like the wallpaper, its springs creaking loudly as I sat down. It smells like him, I thought to myself, surveying my late father’s living room and its precarious stacks of old...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Be Careful Hiring Killers on the Dark Web</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Feb 2022 17:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There hadn’t been a murder in Franzburg for over five years.  Not since old man Weathers killed his wife over a Monopoly match gone sour and a marriage gone even sourer. Up until last week, that was. Now I’ve got three different files sitting on...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Trees Won’t Let Me Leave</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Feb 2022 17:00:14 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Let’s go hiking!” she said. “It’ll be fun, babe!” she said. Yeah…yeah, it’s definitely real fuckin’ fun right now… I’m sorry, I gotta…gotta stay calm, right? Okay… okay, let me start again.  It was around 10:00 this morning when Selena woke me up with a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Odyssey of the Despairing Mind</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Feb 2022 17:00:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I believe there are imperceptible forces, energies and intangible things, which, arising from some sub-dimensional source, act on our minds, influence our thoughts, and perhaps even create entirely new thoughts—ideas which we wouldn’t have normally, naturally considered. The human brain largely remains a mystery and is still...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Gift of the Undivine</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Feb 2022 17:00:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I have only a few things to say, a few terrible events to relate, and then I must go and join my best friend.  She is in the other room, struggling against her restraints, crying out wildly, madly, shrieking like a thing inhuman.  In many...]]></description>
		
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		<title>It Blew (Up) My Mind</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Feb 2022 17:00:07 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The worst thing about trying to stop your brain from re-entering your skull is that, with it being your brain, you can’t exactly resist the commands it issues.  You can struggle, dimly, bodily, but in the end, the brain wins out.  It gets back into...]]></description>
		
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		<title>We Can Put You Back Together</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Feb 2022 17:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’m sitting in a bar right now, somewhere in the more southern portions of Missouri; Howell County, I think.  I haven’t bothered to ask.  The police are on their way, the owner of the bar called them the moment she saw me stumble through the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Demon in the White Suit</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Feb 2022 17:00:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Snow. I absentmindedly watched the white flakes lazily drift down from the sky, remembering that the forecast called for a blizzard by noon. It didn’t seem like it would get that bad, at least not now. But I couldn’t spend all day looking at the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Thing Inside the Cave</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Feb 2022 17:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It awoke to the sounds of bootfalls on rocks.  Voices followed.  Someone had come into its cave again. It listened. “Matt!  Look out for the camera!” “I’m looking!  I’m looking!” “I could put that in my bag, you know.” “And let it get crushed by...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Signed</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Feb 2022 17:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In some ways, it is terrifying to imagine just how close the town of Marchington came to obliteration by the tentacles of a demonic cephalopod. THE END It was finished.  Months of toil had finally given way to Marty’s latest masterpiece.  Of his eighteen novels...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Cotton Face</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Feb 2022 17:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Vestwell Subway was a pedestrian tunnel which ran beneath the busy A37, linking East Lydford with West.  A notorious accident blackspot, few ever chose to use it, preferring to risk life and limb crossing the road above.  Indeed, many fatalities had been recorded at the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Long Jaw</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Jan 2022 17:00:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I was running as fast as I could, but I knew it was gaining on me. I swear it was trying to step in every puddle so I knew it was running faster. I turned my head where I could see it. Its arms were...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Palms Up</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Jan 2022 17:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The town my wife Violet was raised in is almost unremarkable. You won’t find it on any ‘Best of’ lists or see it signified on any map or atlas. She said she was happy as heaven to get out of there when we met. I...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Santa’s Helpers</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Jan 2022 17:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In the beginning, what we did was beautiful. It all started in 345 when Saint Nicholas supposedly “died.” Or at least, that was the story given out. What a bad joke. As if a man who could resurrect pickled meat into living breathing children would...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Smiling</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Jan 2022 17:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I grew up in a family that always struggled with money.  I wish I could say we made the best of our situation, but that would be the worst kind of lie: the kind that lets my father off the hook.  He was a destructive,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Safe</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Jan 2022 17:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My chair tilts back as I scroll through the horror forum posts.  There’s not one thing that I’ve read or watched that has so much as quickened my heart rate.  I dejectedly set my phone aside, knowing there’s nothing I’ll find here.  Horror’s not like...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Just for the Taste of It</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Jan 2022 17:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[As you may or may not know, I do investigative journalism regarding various unscrupulous business practices.  My byline is generally ignored, so I can imagine not many but a small few are aware of my work.  However, it is important that in this matter I...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Uncle Howard’s Cabin</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Jan 2022 17:00:13 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When I was a little boy, my fondest summer memories were spending time in the north woods at my Uncle Howard’s.  He had this rustic old cabin surrounded by nothing but pure nature. The local hunters called it Howard’s Hideout.  Every time my brother John...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Cancer in the Walls</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 16 Jan 2022 17:00:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Growing up with asthma was always a little challenging, but having a dad that smoked two packs a day made it even harder. Mom would always chastise him for the bad habit, and he would always claim that he would go cold turkey.  It was...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Deep Dark Sea</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 15 Jan 2022 17:00:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I am recording this message to sort out my thoughts and provide the most accurate information I can to those on the surface.  I apologize if it is not the most cohesive possible.  Given the circumstances I am facing, it is the best that I...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Out With the Old</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Jan 2022 17:00:53 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I know most of you are probably heading off to get a few drinks with friends and pass the night away watching the ball drop from the comforts of your couch, and if so, I applaud you for not having a care in the world...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Nightmare Mode</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Jan 2022 17:00:36 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When the wave of virus pandemics in the 2020s and 2030s made travel abroad impossible, I really missed it. It felt like a First World problem, complaining about a lack of holidays. I mean, it’s not like I’d died, got any lingering illnesses, or lost...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Mara’s Free Cookies</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 09 Jan 2022 17:00:53 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There are two kinds of people in my town- people who loved Mara’s Sweets and Such, and people who thought Mara was the worst person in existence and that anyone that bought her baked goods were the worst. The bakery didn’t exist when I went...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Bigger Fish</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 08 Jan 2022 17:00:38 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[As much as James loved the hunt, the prep work that needed to be done beforehand was always a bit tedious.  He had to find a door that was relatively secluded and could be easily secured, not within sight of any security cameras, and preferably...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Magic of Television</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Jan 2022 17:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My grandpa Chuck is a Baby Boomer, and without a doubt, the most quintessentially Boomer thing my grandpa does is maintain a ‘display room.’  It’s basically a second living room, except instead of IKEA, it’s filled with artisanal, luxury European furnishings, which no one is...]]></description>
		
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		<title>They’re Not Saying That It’s Aliens, But It’s Aliens</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Jan 2022 17:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’m sure you’ve seen the headlines by now.  Seen and probably forgot about, since the news cycle has already left them behind for whatever you’re supposed to be outraged about and terrified of this week. In case you actually did forget, allow me to refresh...]]></description>
		
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		<title>From Madness Born</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Jan 2022 17:00:56 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The rain was already coming down hard when Oliver Mason had gotten the call that his presence was required immediately at Avalon Asylum.  He was at first quite bewildered by this since Oliver Mason was not a doctor but the proprietor of a men’s clothing...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Santa Hotline</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Dec 2021 17:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[So I found this Santa Claus card last night. It blew right into my ankle as I was walking around the downtown area of my city. The colors were faded, but not enough to where I couldn’t make out the letters and numbers. The background...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Most Special Delivery</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Dec 2021 06:00:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Although stress and chaos are the natural order at a hospital, few things serve to rattle doctors and nurses more than death. The cold, procedural actions undertaken before, during, and after a passing, contrast heavily with the unrestrained drama surrounding the patient and their families....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Frontier Flight 167</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 23 Dec 2021 17:00:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[No one in the support group thought recovery would be easy.  But Morrison couldn’t even get past step 1: I admit I am powerless over alcohol/drugs, and my life has become unmanageable.  Unlike most in the group, no one hadn’t been court-ordered to attend.  In...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Gratitude</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Dec 2021 06:00:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Harris Wilson never considered himself particularly generous, especially around the holiday season.  He’d spent too many years concerned about the direction of his life and where he would find himself after several disastrous years at college.  But after a series of short-lived low-rent jobs, mostly...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Devil’s Footprints</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Dec 2021 17:00:36 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Growing up, my dream was to be a journalist. Maybe I’d watched too many movies, but I loved the idea of chasing down big stories and going undercover to investigate huge scoops. Mingling with the rich and famous and being first on the scene of...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Fishing at the End of the Dock</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Dec 2021 17:00:42 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[His secretary had asked him if he’d had time for an interview today…some small-time reporter, looking to earn a few clicks out of a chat with an old businessman.  He’d declined, of course.  Told her to reschedule for next week, although even if he was...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Town that Dreaded Snowfall</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Dec 2021 17:00:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I was headed toward the airport to catch a flight, driving down a country road that my GPS claimed would serve as a shortcut when my luck officially ran out. A sudden flat tire caused me to swerve off the road, slamming my rental car...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Last Voyage of the Rouse Simmons and Its Aftermath</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Dec 2021 06:00:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In the late 1800s, set against the raw beauty of Lake Michigan, if you looked across the water, you would often see a dazzling spectacle. Sleek, three-masted schooners were running smoothly on a western wind day in and day out before the days of motor...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Chaos Pagentry (The Nativity)</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Dec 2021 17:00:14 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Everyone in town knew my family, the Bowers. We are considered cornerstones by some. Never wavering in any community activity. Until this year. We experienced a tragedy, one that only now with the holidays past us I can talk about. It’s an event that changed...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Blood and Eggnog</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Dec 2021 06:00:48 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Eggnog, the Guinness of dairy products, There are two types of people: those that hate it, and those that love it. I was born on December 22nd, just three days before Christmas Day. I can remember my mother talking about how she drank it by...]]></description>
		
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		<title>What Lurks Behind</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Dec 2021 17:00:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My family still visits now and then. They check-in, a text once every so often, an email. I don’t blame them. They act concerned but keep just enough distance not to become wrapped up in the stench that follows me. My parents still hold onto...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Darklands Game</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Dec 2021 17:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There are numerous games that circulate the internet. Most are written for fun. A rare few are written based on real experiences of those who found the worn corners of reality. Some are trying to quantify it into a recipe as a way to process...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Wrong Way Man</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 11 Dec 2021 17:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[If you see this man on the side of the road, don’t drive home. We have this urban legend in my city called the Wrong Way Man. Supposedly, you might see him standing on the side of the road when you’re driving. Some say it’s...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Connor (A Beowolf Story)</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Dec 2021 17:00:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[His name was Connor. Dustin Connor, but he never went by that name. Some called him Con or Connor. I called him Mr. Connor. Mr. Connor was the bravest and most imposing man that I and many have ever known. He stood well over six...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Wrong Turn on Light Road</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Dec 2021 17:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Dak and Chadwick each lit up a smoke and cracked their windows, the excitement of a good day fishing warming their spirits despite the cold wind that suddenly filled the cab of Chadwick’s truck. The sporadic raindrops that began to fall as they left the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Mermaid’s Game</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Dec 2021 17:00:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Darren stood at the bow of the boat, staring at the beautiful topless woman that floated and bobbed in the water nearby, her fire-red hair fanning out into the sea around her. She was smiling at him. It was the most gorgeous smile he had...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Damned Payphone &#8211; Christmas Break &#8211; 1986</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Dec 2021 17:00:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Gary came out of his house, letting the screen door slam behind him. His best bud/ultimate nemesis, Ray, was waiting on his bicycle at the edge of his lawn. Gary ignored the spitballs Ray was sending his way and went around the side of his...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Garden Angel</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 2021 17:00:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Marisa had the nightmare again. It was the same as always; she was only seven or eight years old. She was at the big park down the block, and there was an enormous garden with a hedge maze. At the entrance to the maze stood...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Red Room</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Nov 2021 17:00:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[5/24 12:18 a.m. – Christ what a haul! I honestly don’t know how truck drivers do this day in and day out. Sitting for eons on end, bored out of your skull. Navigating legions of douchebags in minivans and SUVs who think they own the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Dry and Cracked as Bone</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Nov 2021 17:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The whale pod of water tankers flowed past Sophie as she sheltered in the verge of the hard shoulder. A piece of plastic from the ditch propped beside her kept away the worst buffeting of the wind. Vast wheels of the trucks hit the road...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Punishment of the Brutal Variety</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Nov 2021 17:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[17-year-old Marco Romano lifted the metal baseball bat over his head. It felt heavier than it should have, but he tried his best to hold his arms steady and tightened his grip. He was about to bring it down on a whimpering and writhing girl...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Hanukkah Harry</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Nov 2021 17:00:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It’s nearly Hanukkah again, the Jewish winter holiday also called the Festival of Lights. To most people, that refers to the oil that miraculously lasted much longer than it should have, keeping the eternal flame burning until more oil could be made. For me, though,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Widow’s Walk</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Nov 2021 17:00:58 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The evening would arrive before long, but Marian wanted a bit more time outside.  She hoped to study the birds that still hopped and pecked at the dusty grounds around Ernstmoor Estate.  Sometimes, they would turn their heads, directing one of their black and focused...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Christmas Gift</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 21 Nov 2021 17:00:53 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Donald opened the front door, looking for who rang. There was no one on the porch of the big house or the walkway below. He looked around, eyes scanning the street, but he saw no one. Maybe some teenagers were playing their pranks, but Christmas...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Snow Blind</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 20 Nov 2021 17:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Kerry had his hands in his pockets as he traversed the trail, walking quickly but still unable to escape his own mind. It was freezing, and he wasn’t at all dressed for it outside of his boots, but the air wasn’t any colder than he...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Blended Family</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Nov 2021 17:00:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Tucker yawned, but he finished it with a smile. He had waited a long time for this day. It was his first Christmas with his new wife and stepdaughter, Tiffany. She hadn’t been hateful up to this point, but she hadn’t connected with him either....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Bug City</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Nov 2021 17:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My cousin AJ told me this story in 2006.  He was twenty-seven years old and would soon be on his deathbed.  AJ claims that he got sick because of what happened to him back in 1998.  He was nineteen then.  Now that he’s gone, I...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Self-Portrait of Rancorous Ruck</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Nov 2021 17:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It hasn’t even been a day since I first laid eyes upon it. I was dropping my girlfriend off for her last in-person yoga class before everything went back on lockdown for the winter, when a portrait hanging in the display window of the shop...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Freedom From Want</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Nov 2021 17:00:22 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The lavish banquet that had been so expertly laid out on the long, elegant refractory table before me could only be described as perfect. Truly, utterly, perfect. It was the most sublimely archetypical Thanksgiving Dinner that I could imagine. The table was draped in a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Mechanics</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Nov 2021 17:00:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The painted gray metal door leading from the reception area to the mechanics’ bays banged open. “Hey … we got a hot one!” “Yeah?” Nigel asked. Larry nodded and winked, “Oh, yeah!” Nigel smiled. “Do we have some time?” “All day, Nige. Guy’s wife came...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Everything Inc.</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Nov 2021 16:00:13 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter 1 If you want to know just how unimportant you are, get a job at the biggest company you can. The bigger the outfit, the smaller the cog you’ll be in that cascading clockwork that makes the thing move. You’d be more significant as...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Locks and Promises</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Nov 2021 16:00:34 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I still get flashes before I open my eyes in the morning. We went ice skating; Hannah was laughing one minute, then the next&#8230; she was gone. The only sign of her whereabouts was a dark and foreboding, jagged hole in the ice. My wife...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Aqua Bird</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Nov 2021 16:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter 1: The Beginning Loretta could see two versions of the mockingbird in the tree outside her window. One with ugly gray and black feathers, the other with beautiful aqua feathers. The aqua bird was so much more pleasing to Loretta’s sight. The black and...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Lost, the Cave and the Closet</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Nov 2021 16:00:57 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“I don’t want the cops up here snooping in my stuff.”  Brian’s voice told me he was angry almost as much as he was worried.  Things were out of his control, and he never liked that. “Your wife and daughter are missing.  Now isn’t the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>It’s Getting Dark</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 30 Oct 2021 16:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“I don’t know, man, the cabin is really far out there and you’d be alone until Sunday.” “Alright, If it’ll help you get over this thing with Sam you can stay at the cabin for the weekend.  Just, you know, you remember what it’s like. ...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Wood Man</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 18 Oct 2021 16:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I know he is there—the man who lives in the forest.  I am yet to see him directly, but I feel his presence nonetheless.  He flows as a shifting shadow between the boughs and branches of the trees — a dancer in the darkness unheard...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Crocodile House</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Oct 2021 16:00:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The Crocodile House stands alone in the scrubland; old, abandoned and overgrown.  And I use the term ‘stands’ in the loosest possible sense.  It must have been a grand place, once, but the building is now a dilapidated wreck. The council put some fences up...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Devil Wears Nike</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Oct 2021 16:00:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When there was a chill in the air and there were more jack-o-lanterns than plain pumpkins on every doorstep, I got called out to investigate a fresh crime scene. Somebody thought that it would be real cute to firebomb a Catholic church. Now this wasn’t...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Halloween with the Neighbors</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 09 Oct 2021 16:00:17 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Let me start out by saying that I am not a people person. When the pandemic hit North America it was probably the best damn thing to happen to me. Most of my time is spent online anyway seeing as I work in data collection...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Cold Case</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 06 Oct 2021 16:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Like everyone else, the pandemic had me sitting inside, bored out of my mind.  My job was considered non-essential, so for a while I was just sitting on the couch watching videos or playing video games.  I think what makes those activities so enjoyable, though,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Stars on the Ceiling</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Oct 2021 16:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I was always so afraid of the dark as a kid.  I used to think that there was something wrong with me, the way I would tense up when I could no longer distinguish my bedroom’s wall from the floor, when it all became a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Social Life</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Sep 2021 16:00:47 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I am the one that the world left behind—at least until you finish reading this. It wasn’t that I was unremarkable.  Everyone has something about them that is uniquely their own.  It just so happened that my thing was floating through foster families, schools, and...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Pledge</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Sep 2021 16:00:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I was skeptical when my online friends first linked me to the supposed “evil Kickstarter”  that was going viral on the less-than-wholesome forums we frequented.  We were an unmoderated haven for trolls, weirdos, and radicals, sure, but this Kickstarter was something else entirely.  It seemed...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Acceptance</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Sep 2021 16:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Woodard Hall was empty.  All the university workers were gone for the day, but it didn’t matter whether the building was occupied or not; it always felt empty.  The long corridors sprinkled with muted orange lights drained all the energy out of the building, like...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Wonderful Day</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 23 Sep 2021 16:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Mr. Vanhin had a wonderful day.  He woke up at 5 am, said his morning prayers, and cooked himself a full breakfast, complete with fried eggs, sausages, and bacon.  At 10 am, after a short nap in his favorite armchair, he grabbed his cane, put...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Vegetomb</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Sep 2021 16:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I hate Friday nights. Lately, I just hate them. I rolled a six this time, so I can breathe easily for another week. I turn away from the poor suckers still rolling the dice. I can&#8217;t watch. The only sound in the room is the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>No Name November</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Sep 2021 16:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Sorry, new kid, but you’re last in today so you’re our candidate this year!” The kid in front of our classroom door relaying this to me looked a mixture of pity and relief, his nose taped over and a black eye, an immediate standout feature....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Roll of the Dice</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Sep 2021 16:00:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[A few seconds.  I looked down for just a few seconds, and I ended up being treated to an experience that has permanently warped my sense of reality. I was driving home after work.  I’d had to stay late to help clean up, and the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Bloody Conversations</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Sep 2021 16:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“My wife is such a bitch.” Right on schedule, Shane started complaining about his wife while drinking beer number four.  Whether it has anything to do with the amount of alcohol in his system or whether he thought enough time had passed so he could...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Reminiscences of Aucturn</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Sep 2021 16:00:34 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[They were never even supposed to be here. Forty-seven kilometers past the Arctic Circle, the lone helicopter neared its target. According to the classified reports she’d been graciously given, the facility wasn’t even supposed to exist. Even from this angle, it wasn’t much of a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Night Library</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Sep 2021 16:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The downtown library was always a comfort to me as a young schoolboy. Often getting picked on by bullies, I would hide away in the recesses of the stories I found there, imagining a lifetime of adventures I could never have. Perhaps my favorite collection...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Last Will and Testament of Charles T. Bowman</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Sep 2021 16:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I never met Charlie Bowman.  Not that I expected to, in a company the size of this one; the chances of ever rubbing shoulders with the CEO are probably astronomical. Still, he was the one who always signed my checks every payday, so when the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Housekeeper to Hell</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Sep 2021 16:00:24 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The following personal ad was discovered among a myriad of others on a dark web forum.  It was connected to a local string of murders by the Rochester Coast Police Department.  It is being made public at the request of the Chief of Police.  Any...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Hug Your Mother</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Sep 2021 16:00:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I never met my mom. Not…really, anyway. She didn’t abandon us; she didn’t die giving birth, I wasn’t put up for adoption, nothing like that. We lived in the same house for 12 years.  Our paths just never crossed, which, I guess, is because she...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Value of the Human Soul</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Sep 2021 16:00:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I can feel it coming, slowly but surely. With everything going on, all the stay-at-home orders, I decided to go to the place in which I find the most peace.  High in the mountains of my home state, I have a cabin that was left...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Do You Want Some Candy?</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Sep 2021 16:00:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In our neighborhood, in the town of Wauwatosa, WI, trick-or-treating was initially scheduled for October 27th.  Inclement weather called for a reschedule, so it ended up being on Halloween night, which, as you know, was a Thursday this year.  Weather again caused a cancellation, but...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Hunting Season Ends</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Aug 2021 16:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Saturday, December 22nd – 2:00 p.m. Shaun Kilpatrick loaded up the trophy buck, securing it to the back of the four-wheeler. Wiping a light sheen of sweat from his forehead, he chuckled at the unpredictable Arkansas weather. One minute it was below freezing and the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Wizard King</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Aug 2021 16:00:13 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“I need to see the Wizard King,” I told the wraith who guarded the King’s tower. The entity observed me, standing motionless near the door it guarded.  The human elements were wrapped in gray cloth that seemed to sway as though floating in water, tugged...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Soldier</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Aug 2021 16:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.creepypastastories.com/?p=6804</guid>

					<description><![CDATA[Mind-numbing white light from simultaneous shell bursts scattered the men, some dead before they hit the ground others screaming for a medic.  The soldier flinched and involuntarily turned his head away, using his hands to shield his eyes. Beneath him, the earth rumbled and shook....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Yesterday’s Tomorrow</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Aug 2021 16:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.creepypastastories.com/?p=6807</guid>

					<description><![CDATA[I do not remember the exact date I started noticing the changes. At first, they were small, a missing pen, a strange fob on my key ring, a TV left on a station we never watched, and other weird stuff. The first time I mentioned...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Retirement</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Aug 2021 16:00:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Forty years with the same company. That’s a long time.” Robert Harris shrugged as he pushed the soggy salad around the paper plate with a flimsy plastic fork. He looked at the young intern sitting across from him. “Time goes fast, Thomas. It didn’t feel...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Swamp Spiders</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Aug 2021 16:00:56 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It would just be for the summer, they said. Just until they ‘worked some things out’, they said. As the TV screen turned to static again, Eli was starting to think that summer might as well be forever. “Grandma! The TV’s broken again!” Eli heard...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Bill and Melinda Get Divorced</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Aug 2021 16:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Bill was carrying all of his wife’s baggage after their Sunday at the mall when she decided to have another meltdown. Something triggered her. Nothing major, something small. It may have been the tone in Bill’s voice when he absently remarked about… something. It may...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Head Siren</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Aug 2021 16:00:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There’s one hard and fast rule about me. If there’s a new chick at school and she be hot, she’s mine. It’s not a matter of if I’m making it all the way with her. It’s a matter of when. And no, I don’t mean...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Hit Hard</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Aug 2021 16:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[He’s talking again.  Why is he talking?  Jesus Christ.  And my tie.  Feels so goddamn tight.  Like I’m being choked to death.  Maybe if I just stick my finger in there, pull it out more.  Get some fucking relief.  But I already did that.  God...]]></description>
		
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		<title>As the Crow Flies</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Aug 2021 16:00:24 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[No coverage, not even one bar.  The battery was dead anyway.  It was still daytime, but it was overcast, and the sky had a perfectly even dullness so there was no way to tell what time of day it was, much less which direction was...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Firing Range</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Aug 2021 16:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I found the place one night after an especially heated argument with my ex. Now, I’ve never actually been the type for guns, but something about the venue interested me when I passed it by. I think it was the privacy.  Open 24 hours, the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Good Eggs</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Aug 2021 16:00:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Summer homes are for rich people, Allen.” I’ve been known to spend money on things that I don’t need. Sometimes it can be hard to determine which products are necessities and which are simply desires. My wife Brittany is usually the one who keeps my...]]></description>
		
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		<title>CRISPR</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Aug 2021 16:00:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Imagine you were alive in the 1980s, and you were told that computers would soon control everything related to life.  From shopping to dating, to even supercomputers in the palm of your hand or an international invisible network that connected you to literally anyone on...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Point &#038; Shoot</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Aug 2021 16:00:49 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Would you believe that three simple gold tokens changed my life? They clattered to the bottom of the arcade machine, and the screen in front of me turned from dark blue to a splash of pixelated orange and yellow. Rhythmic sounds beat out from the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Little Girl Who Cried Wolf</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Aug 2021 16:00:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Once upon a time, there was a big bad wolf–” “Mom!” Heather cried out loudly, cutting her twin sister off. “She’s doing it again!” The girls’ mother, Tracy, appeared at the door, flicking on the light and mock-glaring at the two beds across the room....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Together Forever</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 31 Jul 2021 16:00:14 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Last week I was alone in my bed. I’m not alone tonight. He’s right next to me. He’s not supposed to be here, though. Last week I was a senior in high school and completely in love with Steven Hooverson. Truth be told, I’ve been...]]></description>
		
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		<title>I’ve Recently Discovered That My Inner Voice Is Different to Everyone Else’s</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Jul 2021 16:00:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I used to think everyone had an inner voice. A little disembodied narrator that, when unfocused, sounded familiar yet not. But something we could take from our own voice and turn into that of a celebrity, a cartoon character or whatever we wished. So it...]]></description>
		
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		<title>It’s Been Nearly 50 Years Since We Last Went to the Moon&#8230; Do You Want to Know Why?</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 24 Jul 2021 16:00:57 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’ll say it plain; The acquisition of Nazi party member Wernher von Braun was not the most heinous action NASA committed. Not by a long shot. By the time I’m done here, you will not look up at the sky in the same way. I...]]></description>
		
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		<title>For 4/20, I Finally Took the Plunge and Tried the Eldritch Bud – I Regret It</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Jul 2021 16:00:54 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I should preface this by stating that I’m not much of a smoker. Wow, amazing tone to set on a 4/20 experience, right? I just don’t wanna lie to you, not when discussing the shit that went down. I’ve finally focused enough to talk, I...]]></description>
		
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		<title>There’s Something Wrong With the Deer on Our Nature Reserve – They’ve Started Standing Up</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Jul 2021 16:00:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’ve lived in this town all my life, I know all the weird traditions that come with living in a place as remote as mine. But nothing explains what happens at our Deer Park. I used to come out here most evenings during the pandemic,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>My Little Brother Is a Table, and He’s Started Talking</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Jul 2021 16:00:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It is as it sounds. Incredulous as it may be, I promise there is an explanation within. I’ve been the Sheriff of a little town called Sturgeon for nearly 23 years. In that time, I’ve seen many a horrific incident descend upon our town, fall...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Hunt</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Jul 2021 16:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“We’ve been out here all day.  I don’t understand how we haven’t so much as seen the beast,”  William said from his seat on a fallen tree.  Birds cawed from somewhere off in the distance, but the woods were otherwise silent.  He sipped the ale...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Ticket to Normal Town</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Jul 2021 16:00:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There was a time once when my life was more like what most would call normal.  I don’t remember when that was, but it’s only logical to assume that before pills, punk rock and pussy, there was a bout of normalcy for Mister Gillean Rush. ...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Taste Worth Savoring</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Jul 2021 16:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In between the mozzarella sticks and the second course, I’m thinking about dying. I don’t think of anyone or anything in particular, and I most especially am not thinking about myself.  I happen to like life most of the time, and as far as I...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Screaming Island</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Jul 2021 16:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Are you sure there’s buried treasure here?” “Yeah, I have heard strange tales about this place.  Ghosts and zombies and shit.” I resisted rolling my eyes as the small skipper boat we were on slid up against the sands of the island. “It’s not like...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Child Market</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Jul 2021 16:00:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It started with a call from a friend, Luke. “Rob, are you awake?” he asked in a panic as I groggily searched for my glasses. “I am now,” I remarked dryly as I checked the time.  Three fucking thirty in the morning.  “This had better...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Beneath the Earth, Nightmares Dwell</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Jul 2021 16:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I knew my time at the Rossetti University was going to be something special the minute I learned of its intriguing history. Originally used as a battle fortress during the last years of a strange land war amid pioneers of the Northwest, the last remaining...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Anything For My Bubela</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Jul 2021 16:00:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part 1 Sol ran the red light at the intersection of Main and Marigold and tore down the road to Marigold Court. He’d outstayed his welcome at the poker game, and since the Dominicans knew where he lived, he’d outstayed his welcome at his own...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Poor Shepherd</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Jul 2021 16:00:49 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It was a small village, a hamlet far off of the beaten path of the major towns and cities, but the people there were hard-working and friendly.  They never required walls because there was nothing to guard against.  They had nothing of value, there was...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Forever and Always</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Jul 2021 16:00:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Everybody loves the woods, until they follow you home. When my father came back from the military, we bought our first house—a boxy, two-story affair on the woodsy outskirts part of town.  I was twelve going on thirteen then. Our neighborhood was a little off...]]></description>
		
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		<title>It’s Inside Your House</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Jul 2021 16:00:45 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It wakes you. Not the moan of a withered hag or the fleeting voice of a dead man, but the low trill of wind slipping past your window.  Air being pressed into a hushed breath. The shadows meld themselves back into your bedroom. You blink. ...]]></description>
		
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		<title>That Abominable Sound</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jun 2021 16:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I arrived at the Kotirc Outpost at approximately 3:30 in the afternoon alongside three senior officers from HQ. We had been told nothing about the facility’s state or its staff, simply that we had lost all communication with them about three days before our arrival....]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Mrs. Biddelspatch Special</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Jun 2021 16:00:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Flashes of lightning illuminated torrents of rain as they ran down our bedroom window like tiny waterfalls, lulling my wife Meryl and I into a contented slumber. We always seemed to sleep our best during the muffled maelstrom of a Florida storm. But no amount...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Stitcher</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Jun 2021 16:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Are we there yet?” Nicole asked sleepily, her eyes still closed. The car bumped along the unlit two-lane country road, its motion answering her question before Corso could reply. “Welcome back to the land of the living,” he teased gently. “Thought I might have to...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Regret of Misunderstanding</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jun 2021 16:00:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When the blood moon rises, the beasts of the forest will gather. They will scream when he breaks the barrier from his world to ours; all that is near will burn in his wake. “That’s good, Tommy.” I squeezed my son’s shoulder gently. His picture...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Ruby&#8217;s Last Raid</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Jun 2021 16:00:40 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’ve lived in Michigan my entire life. It’s a beautiful place with endless wonder on land and in the depths beneath the water. I live in a small town, and I’ve never for a second considered leaving. I never honestly understood that phase people growing...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Protuberance</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Jun 2021 16:00:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[At one point in time, it was said Putt Putt Mini-Golf and Used Cars was among the top hotspots in Splittail. At some point in time, Sheriff Ron Ball figured, each of us gets a chance to be our very best. Now, however, seemed uniquely...]]></description>
		
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		<title>There&#8217;s a Seam in Everything</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Jun 2021 16:00:40 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There’s a seam in everything. Seven years ago, I met the girl who could find them. “You’ve got to see what Dani can do.” I let myself be dragged across the park, past the swings to the big oak tree, where a girl with long...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Knoll</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Jun 2021 16:00:13 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“This doesn’t look safe.”  I looked into the cave that cut into the side of the massive round hill.  Above it, a tree had grown roots downward trying to fill up the void, but it had instead simply created a fanciful framing, like something out...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Ms. Granger’s Collection</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Jun 2021 16:00:45 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I hated Ms. Granger’s collection from the moment I laid eyes on it. The old lady was the latest in my long line of patients.  I’m a caregiver, the live-in type. I’d been working in the field for a decade when I got to know...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Dambraka</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Jun 2021 16:00:18 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[If I could’ve said one thing to covid-19, had one opportunity to deliver a message that the virus could understand, it would’ve been: please don’t destroy my life. No posturing, no tough-guy stuff from me. Just a plea. Not that I think it would have...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Something Unknown Is Out There in the Alps, and It&#8217;s Coming for Me</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Jun 2021 16:00:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I always liked to have a more secluded lifestyle; reclusive, even. It’s not that I have social anxiety or anything.  I guess I’m just not a people person.  Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate other people, but I’d rather not be around them.  I...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Harvestmen</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Jun 2021 16:00:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Plummeting through the sky in freefall as fire licks up around you, trying its damnedest to erase you from existence, never gets easier. I was old enough to have forgotten more drops than I remembered, but that feeling of your stomach trying to crawl up...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Really Bad Dreams</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Jun 2021 16:00:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Brent was killed by a slice of toast fired at high velocity from an evil, sentient toaster.  It blasted a hole right through his chest and took a huge piece out of the wall behind him.  We didn’t know what was happening at that point,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Musecage</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Jun 2021 16:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Daniel’s life was going nowhere. Not dramatically nowhere; he wasn’t failing, crashing or burning. Even a negative direction would have at least been going somewhere. He was just plodding along on a perfectly flat trajectory. No gains. No losses. No change. His siblings, meanwhile, were...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Gordian Knot</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Jun 2021 16:00:56 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Doctor Luna Valdez swallowed nervously as the elevator descended into the heavily fortified sublevels of the Dreadfort Facility.  She was heading all the way down towards the bunker, and they didn’t keep anything good down there.  It was made entirely of thick, reinforced concrete and...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Not Yet Dead</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Jun 2021 16:00:48 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I can’t touch people who are almost dead. It’s not a phobia, a religious thing or even a preference. I just literally can’t do it. My hands pass through them like they’re already gone. It’s horribly unnerving. You ever walk up a flight of stairs,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Death Song of Ghost and Crow</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 31 May 2021 16:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Crow!” Eli called out to his companion in a hushed tone. He could see nothing beyond the faint ring of light their campfire was casting among the dense forest of pines. Eli’s friend,  Dead Crow, a Cheyenne Indian did not answer. He wasn’t terribly worried...]]></description>
		
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		<title>I Play Music to the Dead, Today They Played One Back</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 May 2021 18:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’ve always found dead bodies fun to play with.  Ever since I was a kid, I’ve been fascinated.  The way the skin changes color, and the body deflates like it’s been emptied out.  How the eyes always creep open the teeniest bit when you really...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Carriage of Grafton Street</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 May 2021 16:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My pursuit for the occult and arcane lead me to London in the year 1646, wherein a new bridge was planned to cross the river at Tower Hill and near the growing fame of Shakespeare’s theatre.  I, on the other hand, to save myself from...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Death’s Inkwell</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 May 2021 16:00:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[To understand the value of an hour, one must first cherish its passing, and what more profound a way than the slow, inevitable tick of minutes to measure the descent of your demise.  To understand why I cherish this hour above all else, I must...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Day Will Come</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 22 May 2021 18:00:23 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Until recently, I was the head of the psychology department at a small, unassuming university.  To protect the privacy of those still working there, I will not tell you which university it is, though I suspect you can find it in the papers.  It depends...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Nothing to Fear</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 22 May 2021 16:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Tell me about the first time you remember being scared.” Duane hesitated.  “It’s stupid, you know?” “Nothing’s stupid, Duane,” Dr. Earles gently admonished.  Earles was a balding man in his early sixties, with thin glasses and a neatly-trimmed, mostly white beard.  He very much looked...]]></description>
		
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		<title>No Sense Ruining Two Lives</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 20 May 2021 18:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’m here to make a confession.  I don’t know if it’ll help, if anything’ll help at this point, but I’m out of ideas and out of time.  So here goes. A year ago, I was at a party, a decent-sized shindig, bunch of working folks...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Hag</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 18 May 2021 16:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I am going to tell you a story. This isn’t a pleasant tale yet it does contain elements of happiness and love. However, it is mostly and most unfortunately permeated with an abundance of terror and hopelessness. I do hope that you are not faint-hearted...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Corn Wolf</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 17 May 2021 16:00:47 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When children wish to go into the corn-fields to pluck ears or gather the blue corn-flowers, they are warned not to do so, for “the big Dog sits in the corn.”— The Golden Bough by James Frazer The detective stood leaning against the wall in...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Viaduct of Mourning</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 15 May 2021 16:00:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I still get flashes before I open my eyes in the morning. The air was cold; it carried with it a moisture that seemed to settle right into your lungs with each breath.  At times, a strong gust of wind could feel like ice crystals...]]></description>
		
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		<title>You Are What You Meat</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 14 May 2021 16:00:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It was all I could do not to vomit when my mother-in-law proudly set the roast down in front of us, its meat glistening brown on the kitchen table.  “Doug, are you alright?” my wife Maxine whispered, making sure her parents couldn’t hear.  She hadn’t...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Body Alterations</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 12 May 2021 16:00:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Karen woke in a sweat, the peripheral of her dream slowly dissipating.  Again, that smell.  She took a long deep breath and groggily massaged her nose though it did not help; it never did.  In fact, the nauseous stench of putrid flesh seemed to linger...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Malum Interfectorum</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 May 2021 16:00:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I wasn’t sure what I was more surprised to discover: the ragged hole in my backyard, or the man stuck in it. The hole was a crack about eight feet long and maybe two feet thick at its widest point. It looked as if the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The House with the Spotted Walls</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 May 2021 16:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Kara and Lacey were young and in love. They were also relatively broke, which tended to go along with being young. But their one-year anniversary was coming up, and both of them wanted to do something special to recognize a year of being together. “Let’s...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Dinner Party</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 May 2021 16:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It wasn’t like I was snooping. I was just out for an evening walk, and my neighbor Raul had his curtains wide open. There was light, there was movement, and I looked. Anyone would have. I wasn’t sticking my nose where it didn’t belong. Raul...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Retaliation</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 May 2021 16:00:07 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My name is Duke. This is the story of what happened between me and Colin. We were business partners for a while; I won’t say exactly what kind of business, but yeah, it wasn’t legal, but we never killed anyone. For a while we made...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Blue</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 01 May 2021 18:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My Dearest, I hope this letter finds you doing well. I&#8217;ve found myself stuck in a morose languish. I hope writing to you will release its hold upon me incrementally as I&#8217;ve become unable to muster the energy to step outside this accursed hotel room....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Chump</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 01 May 2021 16:00:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[If your child is afraid of monsters, keep it that way. I know that sounds cold, maybe even cruel, but the alternative can be far worse.  Your son or daughter will go through a phase where every closet has a creature in it, and evil...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Worms Crawl In</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Apr 2021 18:00:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Dusty Creek was a dried-up old town. It had been small since its inception, and smaller still since the draft had begun. You could run in to everyone you knew within the space of one hot afternoon, and by God, you knew everyone. You knew...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Mr. Lonely</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Apr 2021 16:00:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[You could be forgiven for thinking the greeting card industry is dying. You’d be wrong. The invention of email promised to kill the postal industry in total, but it was an empty threat.  The personal touch of pen and ink is one that just can’t...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Borrow Box</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Apr 2021 16:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The box was delicate and ornately decorated. As Todd Fowler held the small object, no bigger than a matchbox, he knew it would be very easy to destroy.  One wrong move of his palm, a finger gripping its surface too tightly, and the tiny box...]]></description>
		
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		<title>I Knocked on Death’s Door</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Apr 2021 16:00:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I stood on the rain-slicked doorstep of a refurbished two-story house just outside of the city. I looked at the take-out order in my hand, then the app on my phone to make sure I was delivering it to the right location.  Through casual conversation,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The CuddL</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 26 Apr 2021 16:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The date had been awful. Their friends looked like they had fun, though. A quadruple date on a day as special as Valentine’s wasn’t anybody’s idea of romance at first, but David, being the talented salesperson he was, made quite convincing points on why it...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Castle</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 24 Apr 2021 16:00:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My last name is Forcz, and people often ask about my nationality. I tell them I&#8217;m Romanian-Hungarian. Several years ago I became very interested in the history of my family, a phase a lot of people go through. I actually hired a genealogist to help...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Cove</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Apr 2021 16:00:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It was just another hot day in The Cove. The Watcher was so still, if not for the sweat dripping down his brow, he could have been mistaken for a mannequin. Locals never paid any mind to individuals such as him, though. Outsiders are plenty...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Fontenot House</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Apr 2021 16:00:24 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[New Orleans is a city alive with death. Things have a way of coming back from beyond. There’s something about the city that gives everything an extra spark. That sort of force can interact with the world in strange ways. One of those ways was...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Last Week, My Neighbor’s Apartment was Sealed Shut</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Apr 2021 16:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Until last week, I paid little attention to apartment 23.  I knew that an older Japanese man lived there&#8230;Hisong something.  I’d seen his family stop by occasionally and drop off groceries, or just to check and make sure he was all right.  Nothing of any...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Screams From Below</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Apr 2021 16:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My brother Marcus was already dead before I came to Odessa.  He was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer just six months ago, making him a walking corpse. When he got the news, it changed him.  He started to do crazier and crazier things, just to...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Widow’s Walkway</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Apr 2021 16:00:24 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Urban legends are the bread and butter of the American culture.  No matter where you go in this beautiful country, you will find whispers of these dark tales that often circulate around a campfire, and perhaps none as prevalent as the stories concerning crybaby bridges....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Objects in Mirror are Closer Than They Appear</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Apr 2021 16:00:22 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Have you ever driven down a road and glanced back at the rearview mirror and thought to yourself, “That car wasn’t there before?” It’s a common enough phenomenon; there are so many merging lanes and exits and ramps on most highways that it’s easy to...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Instructions for Using the Harborview Motel Mirror</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Apr 2021 16:00:21 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[So before we get started, let me get a few questions out of the way: &#8211; It probably goes without saying, but I won’t be providing the actual address of where the Harborview Motel is located in Texas, so don’t ask. &#8211; Like most urban...]]></description>
		
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		<title>My Grandmother Lied to Me</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Apr 2021 16:00:47 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I sat at the ornately filled table with an involuntary smirk on my face as I absentmindedly fiddled with the discarded paper wrapper that had once contained my plastic straw, wasteful I know. My mind drifted to each member of the table, all family members...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Bury Me in Smoke</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Apr 2021 16:00:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The old man’s eyes were cobalt. Deep blue as the North Atlantic and just as stormy. Effortless would it be to imagine an old and proud 44 gunship skudding under topsails with the wind, Wandering Albatrosses gliding with ease above the ship’s wake, the great...]]></description>
		
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		<title>House Hunting (Grey Michael 2)</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Apr 2021 16:00:13 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[(This story is part of the Grey Michael series. For the first part in the series, entitled Grey Michael, click the preceding story&#8217;s title) Let me set the scene for you. The room is dark, enclosed, underground. The floor is smooth stone, chalked with a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Scarecrow</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Apr 2021 16:00:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The scarecrow stands around twelve feet tall. A lone, misshapen sentinel in the midst of a dark field, beneath the blood of a clotted red sky. His shadow is long across the crops. Comprised not of two simple poles and a sack of straw, this...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Blood on the Ice</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Apr 2021 16:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When people told someone like Chad Hoftrand to get a life, they didn’t realize that meant a death sentence for someone, somewhere. He was in the market for a new life sooner than expected.  He could usually hold onto one for at least a few...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Broken Marble Cherry Bowl</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Mar 2021 20:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Grande Nonno died making a living, like Papa. He was born with his blue denim sleeves rolled up. He and Grande Nonna are buried just a few miles south of the Apuan Mountains on the Alps’ Italian side. They’ve been rotting away in a small...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Don’t Let It In</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Mar 2021 16:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Please let me in.  I’m so cold.” Growing up, my best friend was Matthew Ramsey.  He was a year older than me but still in my grade—not because he was stupid, but his father had died when he was in the fourth grade, and for...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Lickety-Split</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Mar 2021 16:00:17 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It started out as a perfectly normal camping trip. It was me, Rosie and Jonas, just like usual. The three of us have been friends since high school, and although there are often other people in our orbits, it’s always the three of us together...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Sack of Knives</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Mar 2021 16:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It knows what you hate.  And it hates what you love. I originally heard about “Sack of Knives” in one of my medieval literature texts—the class had sounded interesting out of my options that quarter, but two weeks in I was already wishing I’d taken...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Why My Father Went Into the Woods</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Mar 2021 16:00:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My father was a careful man, meticulous even. He lived a life that was well-measured, and if some considered him bland or dull, he didn’t seem to mind. He was moderately successful in his business. He was moderately well-thought-of by the community we lived in....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Boneless Tide</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Mar 2021 16:00:57 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Once a month, The Boneless arrives on the tide. It’s a force of nature—like quicksand. You can’t reason or argue with it. All you can do is barricade your home and stay indoors. We islanders know when it’s coming. We recognize the signs. Now and...]]></description>
		
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		<title>What Would You Do if Your Mother Asked You? (The Cat in the Hat Horror Parody)</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Mar 2021 16:00:22 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Lightning struck as Mom opened the door, silhouetting her in her finest evening dress and briefly hiding the scowl she threw at her little Janet and Tom, and their babysitter, Lance Fisher, the guy from next door. “Their dinners are in the freezer.  You know...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Toast Wanted</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Mar 2021 16:00:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[This is the story of how a novelty toaster ruined my life. First of all, I want to clarify that I’m not the kind of guy who buys a novelty toaster. I got it at a white elephant gift exchange a couple of years back....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Paper, Platinum, Stone</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Mar 2021 16:00:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[On what would have been our fiftieth anniversary, I bought you a marble headstone.  Stone is the recommended gift for ninety years of marriage, but my being around another forty is a gamble for which the odds are too long.  Gold is the traditional gift...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Peeper</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Mar 2021 16:00:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[7:35 pm, November 28. Sheriff Ron Ball and Deputy Ernest Dingle: On-duty. Unit 1, we got a 10-70 at Royalty Deluxe Luxury Mobile Estates. I repeat, a 10-70. Unit One, do you copy? Sheriff Ball looked at Dingle. No more than five minutes after they’d...]]></description>
		
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		<title>An Ancient Evil</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Mar 2021 16:00:07 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The shivering Cro-Magnon man shifted uncomfortably in the dark. His back across the hard rocky surface was certainly an untenable reality for any decent sleep. He grunted and moaned and awoke with a start. Another nightmare. He wiped the sweat from his forehead. His back...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Touch of Graveyard Dirt</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Mar 2021 17:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I made a terrible mistake. You see, it started when I was seven years old, and my father tried to reshingle the roof all by himself.  I don’t think he really had any idea what he was doing, but I heard him tell my mother...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Ashland Express</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Mar 2021 17:00:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The Chicago suburb of Englewood is no stranger to murder.  In 1893, it was home to Dr. H. H. Holmes, who built a hotel with the sole purpose of murdering his employees and patrons.  A good hundred or so died in his gas-rigged rooms, their...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Jack Monster</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Mar 2021 17:00:22 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My father has always been somewhat eccentric, prone to tall tales of his childhood, keeping collections of old knickknacks and assorted antiquities he’d find at auction, and strict adherence to bizarre house rules.  Growing up in his home, the same home he grew up in,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Two Stories of the Haunted Cave</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Mar 2021 17:00:58 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Where are we going?” I was seated between my brothers Roger and Greg in the back of my brother-in-law’s black Scirocco.   It was three days until Halloween, and our parents had left my sister and her husband in charge as they went to attend a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Blood Brothers</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Mar 2021 17:00:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“I’m not going to let you do this,” said Eugene. “You’re the closest thing I have to a brother and I don’t want you to die.” His eleven-year-old knees shook and buckled on the sidewalk of Mountain Road, that cold night in November. The bracing...]]></description>
		
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		<title>All in Good Fun</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2021 17:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“So, you ready?” Will stands proudly at the bedroom door. His backpack is strapped on securely, but he still holds on to the straps, a ready and willing adventurer. His hoodie is zipped up to his neck but he keeps the hood down. He knows...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Bugs in the System</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Mar 2021 17:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[After World War II, Russian agents descended upon German specialists habituating in the Soviet Occupation Zone, and forcefully deported them to the USSR to work on their own scientific projects.  This maneuver, dubbed Operation Osoaviakhim, included renowned astrophysicist Dr. Dietrich Volkov.  He performed cosmonautical operations...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Child of the Garden</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Feb 2021 17:00:17 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[A heavy mist rolled over the lush grass of the cemetery, muting the hues of green land and blue sky with a heavy veil of grey. The already morose atmosphere was exaggerated with the crowd of friends and family members swallowed in black clothes.  We...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Baggedy Man</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Feb 2021 17:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My Aunt Mel was one of the strongest women I ever knew.  She stepped in to raise my little brother Keith and me after we lost our mother to ovarian cancer.   Not many other people would have done the same, especially having to step in...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Roadside</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Feb 2021 17:00:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[You know those people who you tell the time of events to fifteen minutes earlier than they start because you know they’ll be late?  The people who would be late to their own funerals, as the saying goes.  Well&#8230;that’s me.  Prepare as I might, I...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Cat Call</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Feb 2021 17:00:35 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I worked for over twenty years as a police officer for the Lindley County Sheriff’s Office before retiring at the beginning of last year.  I’ve often been asked a lot of questions about my time in law enforcement, the main one of course being, ‘What...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Tattoo</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Feb 2021 17:00:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Like most teenage boys, I believed that I was a wolf, not a sheep. And, like most teenage boys I was wrong. I was very much a follower. Specifically, a follower of Daniel Lawman. Daniel Lawman was the coolest boy in school. Handsome, charming and...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Painting the Roses Red</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Feb 2021 17:00:49 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My neighbor Dr. Gregovich suffered both of life’s greatest calamities.  The first was falling in love.  This is a rebellious and generally discouraged affliction to which he accidentally exposed himself when he was just five years old.  Elaine, age four at the time, had given...]]></description>
		
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		<title>My Self-Help Tape Told Me To Kill Myself</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Feb 2021 17:00:47 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I hate my job. I hate selling days of my life while barely earning enough to sustain it.  I hate my boss, who tells me I’m lucky to find stable work in such an uncertain world.  I hate my friends who treat dreams like an...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Mannequin Lake</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Feb 2021 17:00:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I gently lowered the canoe into the calm water. Matt stood behind me, clutching the two oars, anxious to start fishing. Ripples rose to life and expanded out into the vast lake, quiet trumpets that announced our entry into the cool blue realm. The sun...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Geitefødsel: The Night of the Goat</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 31 Jan 2021 17:00:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In my youth, I had a wild streak. I was a teenager during the years when heavy metal began to get old. The group I ran with was fine with the classics, but they wanted something a little more extreme. We wanted something wild, raw...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Opalesque</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Jan 2021 17:00:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I don’t know exactly how this story started. It was already in motion well before I became aware of it. My involvement in it began with Christian and Philip: Christian, who was always late, and Philip, who was always early. Those two were part of...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Grey Michael</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 25 Jan 2021 17:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It started out like any other work day. I had houses to sell and people who wanted to buy them. Honestly, I’ve always found being a realtor embarrassingly easy. People seek you out and ask you to sell them incredibly high-ticket items. I’ve done other...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Sea of Green</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 17 Jan 2021 17:00:47 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[From the diary of Jake Sato: Dated: May 11th, 2019 I’ve always tried to rationally think through how we got here. What happened to lead us down this path? Why did life turn out like this? When I do, my mind always comes back to...]]></description>
		
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		<title>I Found a Dark and Lonely Road</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Jan 2021 17:00:23 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I try to live my life without too many regrets. I’ve had highs and lows like everyone else, sure, but I do what I can not to worry too much about what could have happened if I’d made a different choice, if I maybe hadn’t...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Case of Insomnia</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Jan 2021 17:00:54 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[A curious case emerged in the fall of two thousand four. A man, aged nineteen, was found dead of an exhaustion-induced heart attack. The man, believed to be a casual user of methamphetamine, described his gradual descent into mental instability due to chronic insomnia, suffered...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Lights by the Roadside</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2021 02:20:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’m an EMT in my childhood hometown of Hillhaven, Montana. There’s only one hospital worth the name in the whole county, Hillhaven General, so when I moved back into town after ten years living in Helena, that was the only real choice for a freshly-licensed...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Remember Only the Checkered Clown</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Dec 2020 17:00:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[People in my hometown don’t talk about what happened during the summer of 1969. Urban legends, unsolved mysteries and tragedies can be found in the history of any small town in the world and mine is no different, yet those who remember the checkered clown...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Are You There?</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Dec 2020 17:00:45 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Jonah Harvester was the golden-haired, angel-faced picture of innocence that every parent envisions their little boy as. He had a cherub’s wry smile and a natural charisma to him that was impossible to deny. You just couldn&#8217;t say no to that face, and no one...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Mr. Otter</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Dec 2020 17:00:07 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[You know when I was a kid, I used to love indoor playgrounds. I’m sure I’m not the only one. You go to some unsuspecting building in the middle of some strip mall and inside is no mere store or restaurant. It’s a kingdom that’s...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Blue Sedan</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Dec 2020 17:00:48 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’m sorry.  I’m sorry for all the hurt I caused.  I’m sorry I lied to you Barbara about who I was.  I’m sorry, Jack and Mary.  Your dear old dad let you down.  I know you thought your daddy was perfect and could do no...]]></description>
		
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		<title>In the Rain</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Dec 2020 17:00:24 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My father only hit me one time. Open palm across my jaw when I was 7. Once in my life. Been 40 years, but I can still feel it. The sound of the slap, the sting and the shock. I’m sitting now right where it...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Out Hunting for Teeth</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Dec 2020 17:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[That which is done out of love always takes place beyond good and evil. —Friedrich Nietzsche These weren’t like the old days, Jerfastilhak mused. No. In this black age nothing like that peace could be found. They had pain-birds now, killing-birds. Great screaming, swooping demons...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Think Tank</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2020 17:00:56 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Damn it, Jess, you told me this place was abandoned! I’m out,” I cursed as I turned my back to the stately, well-kept house that was very obviously not abandoned, making me lose whatever nerve I thought I had. Jess and I were what you...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Worst Thing In The World</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2020 17:00:57 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Cherise’s high heeled boots clicked more heavily than usual against the marble tile of the Avalon View Luxury Apartments’ lobby, as she was weighted down by several bags of groceries. She wasn’t accustomed to doing her own food shopping, but the service she normally used...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The House of Dolls</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2020 17:00:14 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Every neighborhood has one. That creepy, old house that nobody wants to go near. They’re usually surrounded by overgrown trees and bushes. Parts of the siding have fallen to the ground due to neglect from whoever lives there. Dusty, old windows around the house only...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Mommet</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2020 17:00:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Every day on the bus ride to school through the country, I would see it: the Mommet. That’s what we all called it, but no one seemed to know who had called it that first. The Mommet was an old scarecrow, sitting atop the shallow...]]></description>
		
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		<title>My Friend&#8217;s Perfect Match</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 06 Dec 2020 17:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I live in a small coal town on the Ohio river. Our community is pretty well crime free. Since we’re on the river, most disappearances are chalked up to people drowning and getting washed downstream. I want to keep track of my research, and this...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Color of Television Tuned to a Dead Channel</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 06 Dec 2020 17:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Nash paused for a moment to look up from the unlit, pothole-ridden street to the crumbling shell of an office building towering over him, just to make sure he’d really seen it. And there it was again; a flicker of white and grey light from...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Drawn to the Water</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Dec 2020 17:00:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My daughter Dharma is six. She’s rowdy and fearless. Dauntless, even.  Since she’s been old enough to walk, she’s been drawn to the water. There’s one particular spot in the lake that she’s always been drawn to. We live in the woods on the edge...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Dark Thing</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2020 17:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I live in a small town in America’s heartland where nothing much ever happens. People go to work and go to church, and everyone pretty much knows everyone else. We all shop at the same stores send our kids to the same schools. There are...]]></description>
		
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		<title>San Borondón Island</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Nov 2020 17:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There are some things that you struggle to bring into your life. Then there are the things that you do your damnedest to eradicate from your existence. My name is Miguel Ramirez. My friends call me Chico de la Perdición. You heard that right. “Doomguy.”...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Monkey&#8217;s Paw</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Nov 2020 21:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Be careful what you wish for, you may receive it.” &#8211; Anonymous Part I Without, the night was cold and wet, but in the small parlor of Laburnum villa the blinds were drawn and the fire burned brightly. Father and son were at chess, the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Good Vibrations</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Nov 2020 17:00:11 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The screams were the hardest part. Standing on the dust-covered hill looking down to the container in the darkness, the cries rose up through the air like a sea of Chinese lanterns ready to be extinguished. They did not bring light; only grief. For Larry,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>SpiritHoods: The Long Lost</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2020 17:00:54 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Brenna had been preparing for this fight for months. She had thought she was ready, convinced herself that she could handle it. Now, as the last few miles ticked by on her car’s odometer, the leaden weight sitting in her stomach told her otherwise. She...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Play It Again</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2020 17:00:13 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Throw another log on the fire. That’ll keep us warm for a while, keep the darkness at bay. Perhaps we should pass the time with another story by the campfire. Just long enough to see us through past midnight. I’ve told you stories before of...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The People of the Sea</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Nov 2020 17:00:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[A legend says that on the wind of the North Atlantic, there is carried a key to a strange land. A place of unequaled beauty and unparalleled nightmare. For too long I thought those stories the product of whimsical minds. Lazy lips espousing wishful dreams...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Lover</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2020 17:00:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Randy Wense had been parked on the corner of Water and 3rd for the last fifteen minutes listening to the newest reports. The radio presenter was relaying a statement that the special agent in charge of the investigation had made earlier that day. He was...]]></description>
		
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		<title>What&#8217;s Inside the Witch Coffin</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2020 17:00:13 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I know people that would literally murder me if they knew I put this on the internet. But I don’t see many other options. If I go straight to the cops odds are I’LL get blamed for what happened to my friends and get thrown...]]></description>
		
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		<title>When the Hand of Glory Rocks the Cradle of Doom, Everybody Sleeps</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Nov 2020 17:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Dr. Allen returned to his office and found Donald Anthony Lowe; male, 24, biochemistry student (all according to the patient profile that Allen’s nubile and exceptionally talented receptionist had insisted the man fill out in the waiting room) looking out of the 14th-floor window of...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The House in the Rearview Mirror</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2020 17:00:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Unconsciously, I must have seen it from the start–that run down two-story house, with its paint-peeled porch that lorded over an equally neglected lawn. The rusted, chain-link fence that bowed and dipped in places, tangled in weeds. I mean, had it registered, I would have...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Form of Malice</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2020 17:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Hugh stood at the pulpit, his hands loosely holding each side. Beads of sweat stood out on his wrinkled forehead despite the chill seeping into the old church. Errant drafts of winter wind entered from beneath the eaves and sporadically flowed over his balding head....]]></description>
		
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		<title>My Girlfriend is a Cannibal</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2020 17:00:45 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[A horrible curse befell my girlfriend and now she can only eat human meat&#8230;and I’m her personal butcher. It all started two years ago when my girlfriend became very ill and struggled to eat. Anything she did eat would usually come back up a few...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Old Horns</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2020 17:00:21 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When you have been a priest for as long as I have, you start to notice patterns in people. When a parishioner approaches, I can already guess what they want to ask me by their body language or the way their eyes flicker to meet...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Ocean Is Much Deeper Than We Thought</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2020 17:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[06“They told me you were experienced in harsh waters,” James said, as he pointed out the pearls of sweat that had formed on my forehead. “Yeah, I do,” I replied, moments before hurling the remnants of a less-than-appetizing lunch, off the side of our ship....]]></description>
		
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		<title>An Illness in the Water</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2020 17:00:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part One: The Beginning I’m calling it Black Vein Blues. It makes sense if you think about it. About a month ago it started, slow and quiet. I had just come home from school to find my father prodding at the corpse of a gator...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Every Year on My Birthday, I Have to Die</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2020 17:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I died for the first time on the 18th of August, 2006. It wasn’t a particularly pleasant death, nor was it one that I expected. It was simply the random act of violence that destroyed my life&#8230; and it came out of nowhere. We were...]]></description>
		
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		<title>I Found a Lump on My Arm, Now We&#8217;re All Going to Die</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2020 17:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Mortality is a weird thing.  It hits you like a bag of bricks once you make it to your late twenties or early thirties. It’s about the time when your family starts getting diagnosed with all kinds of disease, heart attacks, strokes, cancer… For me,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>My Job Is to Watch People Die</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 31 Oct 2020 16:00:17 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Once your time on this Earth ends, Death will greet you like an old friend. Whether you embrace it with fear, hatred, or acceptance, is a question that cannot be answered before you stand at its door. I can’t tell you what comes next, nor...]]></description>
		
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		<title>You’ve Seen the Butcher</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2020 16:00:53 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Hello. If you’re listening to this then I’ve been found, and there will be questions. Oh yes, questions aplenty. I’m sure the first of which will be ‘Why?’ And that is a great one to start with but it’s also the one which doesn’t have...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Death Before Disco</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2020 16:00:57 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Hey, Red. Bum a smoke?” She was standing by the vending machines, so still I almost walked right past her without noticing. Blame it on highway hypnosis; I’d been driving for hours with nothing to focus on except miles of cornfields and the pavement ahead...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Sweets</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2020 16:00:50 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When I was a kid, my mom thought the world was a very dangerous place.  It wasn’t just her, either – all parents seemed afflicted with this strange mania that made them believe around every dark corner, in any shadow lurked something unspeakable ready to...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Incident</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Oct 2020 16:00:11 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Dear Sir, I won’t pretend to feel anything other than a deep dread at the receipt of your letter. How you came by my name and of my involvement in the mentioned incident causes me a great deal of consternation, considering the effort I have made over the years to hide my presence at the event. I...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Your Memories Don&#8217;t Die With You</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2020 16:00:17 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I was in a room. It looked like the ground floor of an office building. There was a desk with a receptionist, tapping away at a keyboard, and stairs leading up to the next floor. But the design&#8230; it was all white. I had to...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Haunted Piano</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2020 16:00:13 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I am a musician. Not a terribly great one, but still, I consider myself a musician. I can play with the best of them, and I know my way around an instrument or two. More importantly, I am a collector. A collector of various items...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Traveler</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 17 Oct 2020 16:00:42 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Your hair smells nice.” That was the first thing he said to me. “Said” is too weak a word, even. Whispered. Oozed. He oozed those words into my ear, an invasion as unwelcome as if he had stuck his actual tongue inside. My back was...]]></description>
		
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		<title>If the Stars Look Strange, Be Wary</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Oct 2020 16:00:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I was on my way to Canada to see family when the pursuit began. Thirteen-hour drives are no joke. I’ve done eight hour drives more than a few times, so I thought I’d be fine, but the mind starts to fray at six—and I hit...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Found Journal: Pyramids of Giza</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2020 16:00:11 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[&#8211;Case #40157J –Paranormal Research Division&#8211; Confiscated from Cairo police department on 3/8/2020 Journal entries from Canadian-American researcher Steven K. Simms Journal discovered in descending passageway near entrance to Pyramid of Khufu, Egypt Case status: OPEN -Dr. Simms research log entry 3/7/2020 3:28 PM I’ve arrived...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Heirloom</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Oct 2020 16:00:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Everyone that served in the sandbox has a story about the war following them home. Some it’s about the things they saw, some about the things that happened to them, or the people — the brothers and sisters they served with. Some, if they’re honest...]]></description>
		
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		<title>When Little Sally Falls Asleep</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2020 16:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There’s an orphanage situated in northern Pennsylvania, in a small town so isolated from the rest of the world that it might as well not exist. Why in God’s name anyone decided to put “Dawson’s Home for Special Children” here, I’ll never know. But, without...]]></description>
		
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		<title>October 14th</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2020 16:00:17 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Monday, September 9 I can’t go back to the shop anymore.  I had thought it was safe, but I was wrong.  It caught me by surprise.  It was… it was too much.  I probably shouldn’t have blown up the way that I did.  That was...]]></description>
		
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		<title>No Death in the Dollhouse</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2020 16:00:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Deep in the woods, there’s a beautiful mansion. In this mansion, would seem to be a happy home. In the back garden and in the front yard: children play, laugh, and have fun. There is no mother and father, so to speak, just as almost...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Unfamiliar Roads</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Oct 2020 16:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[You know how you’ll sometimes be driving, and it suddenly clicks that you spaced out for most of the trip and don’t recall a chunk of time on the road? That was what happened this morning as I pulled off the freeway and realized that...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Party Poopers</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Sep 2020 16:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The first time I saw it, I was exiting the final train that evening. The station was practically abandoned at that point and uncomfortably quiet. I try to avoid getting home so late, but I wanted to take Monday off so that I could go...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Mr. Smith</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2020 16:00:42 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“I’m sorry, Mister Aching, but could I ask you to remember for me what was giving you trouble?” Remember?  Oh, yes.  I remembered.  It had been last night—not a good night by any measure.  Kyle had come home from work, and I’d forgotten our anniversary. ...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Plastic Jesus</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2020 16:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Stretching through one of the United States’ largest deserts is highway 50.  Aptly nicknamed “the loneliest road in America”, it is indeed as secluded and desolate as one might imagine.  On this particular night, the western horizon was lit up again and again in spectacular...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Let Us In</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2020 16:00:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“If the children come knocking at your door and ask to enter, you must never invite them in or they&#8217;ll devour your soul.” &#160; “Is that what she screams about?” I ask. “Shh, you’ll unnerve her.” Nurse Monro, the nurse who’s training me on how...]]></description>
		
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		<title>His Unconquerable Enemy</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2020 16:00:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I was summoned from Calcutta to the heart of India to perform a difficult surgical operation on one of the women of a great rajah’s household. I found the rajah a man of a noble character, but possessed, as I afterwards discovered, of a sense...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Dowsing Girl</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Sep 2020 16:00:40 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[That damn Sarah Hatley is dangerous. She’s been “dowsing” for dead animals ever since the last of the winter snow melted. The Hatley girl is always carrying that same crooked bit of a willow branch. Sarah holds it out in front of herself with her...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Pick Your Poison</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2020 16:00:23 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Feeling down? Have a sinister sweet tooth? I have just the solution, Cordella’s Confections! Over on the corner of Brigantine and Salado Open every Monday through Friday, eleven to four.” A woman’s smile froze on screen. Cordella Joilee appeared perfect to the average eye. A...]]></description>
		
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		<title>I Inherited My Father&#8217;s Snuffbox</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Sep 2020 16:00:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’m used to mysteries in my life. I never met my mother, for example. My dad used to talk about her all the time, but she always felt like a pretend character, or like maybe she was just an imaginary best friend of his. Dad...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Courtesan&#8217;s Blade</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2020 16:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I never quite figured out who decides which lost souls have a right to be remembered and which ones don’t. I got a phone call while I was sitting next to my dying wife. I know that the medical equipment was supposed to be keeping...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Tale of the Roof-Reacher</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Aug 2020 16:00:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.creepypastastories.com/?p=3823</guid>

					<description><![CDATA[“They say that if you look into this pond, the dead who lie beneath its surface will stare into your soul, and see the secrets you’ve kept hidden.” “They also used to say that if you touch yourself, you’ll grow hair on your palms. Well,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Jim&#8217;s Not Here</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Aug 2020 16:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[29I leave dinner to pick up the phone, cupping my hand over my mouth in the hallway. “Who is it?” There’s a second of feedback, a high whining noise, and then a response. “Jim’s not here.” “Sorry? Who’s Jim? In fact, who is this?” I...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Bad Trip</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2020 16:00:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It was my fifth day in Gloaming, Nevada – an unincorporated township skirted on all sides by scorched barrenness. I had never been this far west before, and so the craggy, acacia-dotted desert was dazzling to my senses. I remember wishing that I could extend...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Skip to the End</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 24 Aug 2020 16:00:48 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Let me just get the obvious out of the way first; yes, I’ve actually been to the future. No, don’t ask me about the Pandemic, or the Climate Crisis, or the next election, or next week’s lotto jackpot. I’ve been to the far future, long...]]></description>
		
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		<title>My Grandfather Never Spoke About His Time at War</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 23 Aug 2020 16:00:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[How much do we know about our grandparents? Like, I mean how much do we really know about them? It can be easy to forget that your old, withering and often wise family members had lives long before we were alive. They were kids with...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Naked and Afraid</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2020 16:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Hiking has always been a hobby of mine. Every year I try to find new trails, seemingly untouched by man. I’ll travel across the globe in search of the best, most scenic views you can imagine. Bangladesh, Fiji, and the alpines are some of the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Sweet Tooth’s Banquet</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Aug 2020 16:00:49 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Emery let out an aching groan as she slowly ebbed back into consciousness. Squinting in the near-total darkness and coughing up dust, she scrambled to get some sense of where she was and what had happened. The sharp, uneven edges of shattered bricks and splintered...]]></description>
		
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		<title>fwd: fwd: fwd: help</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 16 Aug 2020 16:00:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I received the following email from Stewart, an old friend I haven&#8217;t spoken to in years. At first I thought some spammer had gotten a hold of his address book. Within a few sentences, however, I knew it was written by Stewart himself. A long...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Cross by the Railroad Tracks</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Aug 2020 16:00:22 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I saw something back in 1990 that has haunted me ever since. We were a Boy Scout troop of sixteen boys between the ages of 13 and 17, going on a two-day hike along a trail that ran sixty miles from Richmond to Marion in...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Those Deep, Dark Wells</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Aug 2020 16:00:56 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The terrible thing happened at night—as most terrible things do. While I click-clicked away at my home job as a transcriptionist, I’d often watch the boys playing in the backyard. They’d be at it for hours, acting out some scene with foam swords and plastic...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Hitchhiker’s Haven</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 31 Jul 2020 16:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My name is Noah Ryley, and I like to burn things. It had all started when I was nine, after my parents separated. Custody was granted to my mother since my father had taken the opportunity to jump ship. Probably to start a new family...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Pinelawn</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2020 16:00:34 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’ve owned Pinelawn Cemetery, the cemetery that serves the small town in which we reside, for going on 11 years now. Our land is a good size, but due to the size of the town from which our cemetery draws its&#8230;inhabitants&#8230;it’s only about half full...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Not Everything is Cake</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2020 16:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I need your help.  I don’t know who you are, or how many of you I’m actually addressing.  That’s the problem with doing something like this, when you don’t really know your audience.  I just need to know if I’m going insane, or if I’ve...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Past the Spine</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 25 Jul 2020 16:00:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My friend Shannon had been through quite a bit in the past few years, and that was the only reason that I didn’t immediately call the police when I stopped by her work and found her halfway through the process of climbing out of a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Transmission</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 23 Jul 2020 16:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Let me start my story by telling you something about me, the most important thing, in fact: I find things, and I fix them. That’s who I am. If you don’t know that, you don’t know me. I’m a second-generation auto mechanic, born-and-bred. I’ve been...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Mouthborn</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2020 16:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Sickness overcame Emily without warning. While we strode, arms linked, through downtown after a late movie, taking turns trashing it—Emily became silent, and stopped walking. I thought maybe she’d stepped in gum, or forgot something at the theatre, but on her face grew an expression...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Body Changes</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Jul 2020 16:00:48 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My wife Vicky means more to me than my own life. I’ve consulted doctors after hours, anonymous clinical helplines, even a suicide hotline for Christ’s sake. The only course of action that I have left is to release her into professional medical care. As weak...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Stuck</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Jul 2020 16:00:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When I first saw him standing out there on the sidewalk, I thought nothing of it. I certainly didn’t think he’d still be out there come September. I lingered at the window for just a moment, decided that the night-bound silhouette across the street was...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Blue Dollars</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 11 Jul 2020 16:01:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I don’t have a gambling problem. That’s the first thing I want known. It’s also what they all say, right? No, I’m not addicted to gambling, but I have a co-dependency issue with someone who is. I’m not the coolest guy on the block, and...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Real Reason Why Dr. Disrespect Was Banned From Twitch</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2020 16:00:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Is Doctor Disrespect one of your heroes? I know he was one of mine. Yes, was. I guess I still respect the guy. But he went down one motherfucker of a rabbit hole and dragged me down with him. I’m seventeen and I wash windows....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Nightmare</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2020 16:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It was a cloudless, sapphire-blue sky that day. We had the camping trip planned for a month, and it took even longer than that for us to coordinate our vacations, so that we could all be there together. It was a reunion I had dreamed...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Infinite</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Jul 2020 16:00:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Nestled just off the Appalachian Trail, near the border of Virginia and West Virginia, where forests grew thick and pressed in on all sides, sat a small region known as Dry Branch.  Barely more than a collection of campgrounds, Dry Branch rarely received visitors, save...]]></description>
		
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		<title>I Found Out What My Girlfriend’s Been Painting</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Jul 2020 16:00:34 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I met the love of my life on my lunch break. I was cramming a BLT into my mouth while leaning forward on the painted wooden bench in the park near my office. The weather was perfect. Lush green leaves were swaying in the whispering...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Black Mold</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Jul 2020 16:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Tommy Ihlman was only seven years old when his parents bought the house on Tamara Lane. Though it was no mansion by any stretch of the imagination, the five-bedroom raised-ranch style home seemed like a palace compared to the one-bedroom studio apartment he and his...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Scarecrows and Devils</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Jun 2020 16:00:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“I know where them bodies are,” the boy said. Sheriff Burke eyed the skinny fifteen-year-old sitting in one of the two wooden chairs on the other side of his desk. He knew the kid. Knew him well enough to notice he was wearing his Sunday...]]></description>
		
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		<title>There&#8217;s a Boy on My Bus That Smells of Death</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Jun 2020 16:00:17 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I have been doing this for many years. Sure I have changed schools a couple of times, had to even move states to help with my wife’s elderly parents. But I have always viewed the kids on my bus as an extension of my family....]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Final Testament of Laurence Archer</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Jun 2020 16:00:56 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“The throat is deep, and the mouth&#8230;is wide.” These are the first words spoken to me by Dr. Laurence Archer, whom I found in a rather poor state when I came to visit him at his home in M_______.  I had expected to arrive and...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The People in the Old Yellow Car</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Jun 2020 16:00:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My mother and I live in a relatively small Midwest town of approximately 10,000 people. In a town this small, it’s common to run into many of the same people during your daily routine, as people tend to take the same roads and have the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Ophidian Motel</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Jun 2020 16:00:45 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I didn’t plan on staying at a motel that night.  My apartment is normally a perfectly nice, pleasant, and comfortable place to stay.  Unfortunately, the notice on the door of the building said we had to make other arrangements for the next two days.  Why,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Grey Man at Lost Lake</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Jun 2020 16:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When I was growing up my family had issues with trespassers. Not something you expect to deal with when your home sits along the shores of a secluded lake hidden deep within the woods. Even more surprising when your neighbors are all members of your...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Children&#8217;s Games</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Jun 2020 16:00:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“How much longer till we reach the campsite?” Archer pursed his lips as he thought. “I dunno, maybe another hour, maybe two&#8230;” He immediately stopped the joke when he saw how all three of his companions, including me, were giving him the evil eye. “I’m...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Ensorcell</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Jun 2020 16:00:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It had started with a word. Ensorcell. Pollyanna had first overheard it when she was a child, playing with her Barbies in the spacious parlor as her mother prattled away on the phone to one pageant organizer or another. “She’ll absolutely ensorcell everybody, she’s a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Cabin by Grizzly Lake</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Jun 2020 16:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My sister Heather meant the world to me. She always seemed to have everything growing up. She was the homecoming queen in our small town. She graduated valedictorian of her class. She was voted Most Likely to Succeed her senior year. She was captain of...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Never Use Cheat Codes on a Ouija Board</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2020 16:00:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In my hometown, there is a unique shop of oddities called “HexWorks” that I frequent. It’s an old-world boutique that specializes in niche products that I’d describe as being vintage-style with a modern spin. Their items include cloaks, pocket watches, lapels, bizarre art prints, lavish...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Luckiest Bastard Alive</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Jun 2020 16:00:48 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Screw Marvin Jenkins. The luckiest bastard in the world. Let me start at the beginning. I was born and raised in Flagstaff, second-generation blue blood. I think I first held a gun at the age of five. I known my way around these parts probably...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Lilac Tower</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Jun 2020 16:00:38 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Sometimes, you may see people on the news, or reality shows, or even social media, and think, “How the hell does someone live like that? How can they believe that?” As someone who grew up deep in the hornet’s nest, I can tell you. We...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Legend of the Chained Oak</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Jun 2020 16:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I write this piece with a great degree of trepidation, for the knowledge I now pass on to you has resided festering in my mind for many a month. A large proportion of us subscribe to the belief that the past should remain therein. However,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Diner Open 25 Hours a Day</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Jun 2020 16:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Late one night, I found myself driving down what seemed like an endless stretch of road. I was on my way back from a week-long business trip, facing at least a twelve-hour drive home. Having always been afraid of flying, the monotonous trek was unavoidable....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Let the Buyer Beware</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2020 16:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Everyone probably knows a Hank Easley. You know those people you say you can look up a word in the dictionary and their name would be alongside the definition? For Hank, that word would be ‘slime-ball’. Greasy, sleazy and greedy, it was little surprise to...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Zipper Dog</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2020 16:00:58 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[At first, I didn’t think anything of it. My neighbor would stop to chat with me, leash in hand, and I would catch glimpses of the metal slider dangling from its belly. I assumed it was wearing a piece of pet clothing, or that perhaps...]]></description>
		
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		<title>How to Exit Your Body</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 31 May 2020 16:00:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The sleeping mind fascinates me, namely the nighttime hallucinations we call ‘dreams’. Because of this, I keep a journal to record every thought that passes through my brain at night. I set at least one alarm each day so that I’m able to wake up...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Woods and the Goddess</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 30 May 2020 19:29:21 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The far-off unfocused stare of a corpse is something that still unnerves me. Their gaze locked on to a spot somewhere out beyond the physical realm, the milky haze of the degrading cornea acting like a barrier between the living world and the endless black...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Every Year on My Birthday, I Receive a Letter</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 30 May 2020 18:52:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Today marks the twentieth anniversary of my father’s death, taken away by a single, senseless act. It just so happens that today is also my birthday. He’d been working late. As he often did, regardless of birthdays or holidays. I understood it was a painful...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Wolves</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 May 2020 16:00:50 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I think there’s three of them still out there — three wolves. Aside from the one I killed, I’ve only seen two at any given time, but they’re distinct enough for me to tell them apart — there are three of them. We’ve been trapped...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Heart and the Cabinet</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 23 May 2020 16:00:07 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When a heart fell out of the medicine cabinet, Carrie Pickett screamed. Not two seconds ago, she’d wandered in, relieved herself, and opened the swing-door for her sleeping pills. Out it rolled, rebounding off the sink and against the floor with a sickening plop! The...]]></description>
		
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		<title>There&#8217;s a Dead Girl in My Mirror</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 22 May 2020 16:00:45 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Saturday This sounds absolutely idiotic. I know you’ve all heard this kind of thing before – someone thinks her house is haunted, everyone else assures her that she’s just paranoid, and all kinds of terror and gore follows. It’s the stuff of every campy, B-list...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Attic in the Basement</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 19 May 2020 16:00:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Quiet down, back there!” I yelled whilst driving down an all too familiar road. My best friend and his girlfriend wouldn’t stop laughing loudly with each other, much like young couples do. I almost regretted bringing them, but I really didn’t want to go alone,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Clan of the Red Wolf</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 17 May 2020 16:00:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’m a student at Bridgewater State in Massachusetts. I share a dorm with my roommate, Wallace. We both major in computer science, and that’s all we’ve ever talked about on the rare occasions that we actually speak to one another. We don’t have much else...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Clacking</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 16 May 2020 16:00:18 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I think the proudest moment of my life is when my son found the treasure on his Scouts’ Geocache Weekend in the Woods; my worst moment is what I found at the same time. Jacob had been excited since the first moment his troop announced...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Bayou</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 15 May 2020 16:00:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My name is Clem. I grew up in a little town in south Louisiana called Chickapin, about an hour west of New Orleans and right on the edge of the deep bayou. There were channels everywhere, and you could make it from my backyard all...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Angels Burned</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2020 16:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When I was a kid, my stepfather asked me what I wanted to be when I grow up. “A magician,” I answered quickly with worldwide clarity. He huffed at that answer. “That ain’t a job, son. Wearing makeup and doing a little dance at parties...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Sire</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 May 2020 17:05:42 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I keep hearing them crackling; I can’t see them, but I hear them. At first, I thought it was just a distant wolf howling or my imagination playing up, but now I’m certain that they’re here — somewhere amid the trees — maybe watching me,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Family Walks Home</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 10 May 2020 16:00:53 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It was late evening. The sun was dipping in the sky, but the dark had not claimed the night just yet. Lynsey did not agree with keeping the kids out that late. The next day was a school day after all, but Sam had persuaded...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Siren Song</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 09 May 2020 14:00:56 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I woke up at 3 AM to someone singing through my window. Her voice sounded so close – just inches from my open window. But when I peered out, I didn’t see anyone there. I don’t even remember opening my window, to be honest. All...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Gas Masks and Cornfields</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 May 2020 22:00:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[We’d been driving around Texas for a while. Clayton, Tom and I had recently graduated, so we had no destination. We were just there to dick around and create some memories until we had to snap back to real life. At one point, Tom had...]]></description>
		
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		<title>YourFaceYourPorn.mov</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 May 2020 22:00:25 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[yourfaceyourporn.mov My wife tells me she’s cheating on me about halfway through dinner. I work my way through the potatoes, the beans, and most of the meat before replying. “Who?” “That doesn’t matter.” It very much does matter, I think. I imagine a 6’4, muscular, chiseled...]]></description>
		
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		<title>My Husband Came Back From the War</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 May 2020 20:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My husband went overseas as part of the military for a few years. The entire time I anxiously awaited his return. I constantly wondered if I would ever get a phone call notifying me that he would never come home. It was strange being alone...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Mr. M. Wos</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2020 16:00:18 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I remember the first time I woke up. I didn’t know where I was or who I was. There were no memories of where I came from or what was happening to me. But there were bright white lights and maybe a dozen men in...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Obscurity Man</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 02 May 2020 16:00:45 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I found out about him through a friend. I guess that’s how most people find out about him. I guess it’s sort of awful, if you think about it. It would make more sense if your worst enemy told you about him. His name is...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Misfortune of an Unwanted Visitor</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Apr 2020 16:00:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The carpet smells of decay and mud as I flatten my face against the floor in an attempt to hide under our queen-sized bed. An incessant banging at the door resonates through my brain, feeling like I’m being impaled with an iron spike. Each knock...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Garringer’s Dog</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Apr 2020 11:00:54 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[This story was originally featured on James Colton&#8217;s official website, and has been reprinted here with his kind permission. You can see the original post here, or visit his official website today for dozens of additional tales of terror. * * * * * * “I still don’t...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Room 404: Not Found</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Apr 2020 22:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Very soon, I&#8217;ll be dead. Stuck inside Hotel Non Dormiunt, a place that is essentially a prison decorated with flowery wallpaper. I&#8217;ve prayed and begged that anyone find me before my time ends, but if you&#8217;re reading this, it&#8217;s already too late&#8230; * * *...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Basement Stares</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Apr 2020 16:00:23 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Warren hated that old house. It was coming up on two years since he&#8217;d bought it. Everything in it creaked and leaked, from the basement to the roof, and everything between. It had bare, wooden floors that warped and leaned at crooked angles. Bathrooms wallpapered...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Fane</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Apr 2020 16:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I grew up in a place called Lair’s Fane or ‘The Fane’, as locals called it, a solid two-and-a-half hours from anywhere worth going. I lived with my grandmother in her rustic, weathered farmhouse just beyond the edge of The Fane, set adrift in the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Creepypasta is Dead</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Apr 2020 16:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Creepypasta is dead. Its corpse is filled with parasites. There was a brief, wonderful window of time in the early 2010s where everything was perfect. Slenderman was still scary. Candle Cove could have been a real show. Jeff the Killer was&#8230; well, let’s just say...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Rat Problem</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Apr 2020 16:00:18 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I bought an older house, with no basement.  All I thought at the time was that I would own my own place, at long last; I didn’t think how inconvenient it would be to have just a simple crawlspace.  It doesn’t go all the way...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Someone Darke</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Apr 2020 16:00:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In the room over his London shop, Darke methodically counted the copper, silver and most especially the gold coins that had poured in during the day. The feel of the cold and beautiful metal in his long, wispy fingers was always comforting to him. The...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Overdone</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Apr 2020 16:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My breath catches on the golf ball sized lump in my throat as it escapes my lungs. The health department’s been making its rounds, and we were the next bakery on the list. We wouldn’t even have known they were coming if not for that...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Did You Hear the Ice Cream Man Last Night?</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2020 16:00:07 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I used to think of Hell as a faraway place. For those of you out there who still hold that belief, this piece of my life is for you. Don’t ask me why I’m doing this; I’m honestly not sure. My therapist says writing about...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Ouija Board Said It Was Hungry</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2020 16:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My name is Henry Himura. I work for a large law firm situated near downtown Los Angeles. We’ve handled some of the biggest, most controversial cases in the last two decades and have built quite a name for ourselves. I am using a pseudonym, because,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Shit Magnet</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Apr 2020 16:00:57 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[They’ve called me a shit-magnet since I was a kid. It’s only an expression, sure, but I think it might also be a real thing. If a smile can attract smiles sure as a corpse can attract flies, there’s no reason a guy like me...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Some Shooting Stars Aren&#8217;t Meant To Be Wished Upon</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Mar 2020 16:00:42 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There it was. A fragment of the universe, hurtling through the cosmos. And there I was, gazing up from the comfort of a farmhouse rooftop, built by my father’s hands smack dab in the middle of nowhere. In all the years we lived out there...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Song and Dance Man</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2020 16:00:23 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In the small town of Belle Carne, nothing ever happens—until the autumn night a strange man arrives with a fiddle, a smile too wide, and a promise of free music. Drawn by curiosity, the townsfolk gather beneath the glow of a yellow tent, eager to dance away the monotony of their lives. But as the bow begins to glide and the melody takes hold, the dance turns into something far darker. By the time the music stops, Belle Carne will never be the same again. A haunting blend of nostalgia, folklore, and horror, The Song and Dance Man asks one unforgettable question: what would you give to keep dancing when the music won’t let you stop?]]></description>
		
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		<title>Code</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Mar 2020 16:00:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[As a code enforcement officer, I’m not well-liked by the citizens of Winter Garden, Florida. Most of the time people tend to get upset when you tell them something about their property violates the standards of the City. I’ve only been doing this job about...]]></description>
		
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		<title>I Saved the World</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Mar 2020 16:00:07 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[You have to listen to me, this isn’t right. You can’t do this. You can’t let this happen! Okay&#8230; hold on, let me try again. Something different this time, calmer. Explain what’s happening. Okay, my name is Nic. And as of right now, I am...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Tenement</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 16 Feb 2020 17:00:18 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I moved into my new apartment nearly a month ago. The building’s exterior looked a little run down, but the rent was unbeatable for where it stood. The other tenants all seemed quiet enough and the hallways didn’t smell like piss and stale beer like...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Music of Erich Zann</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Jan 2020 12:00:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I have examined maps of the city with the greatest care, yet have never again found the Rue d’Auseil. These maps have not been modern maps alone, for I know that names change. I have, on the contrary, delved deeply into all the antiquities of...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Dark Man</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 23 Jan 2020 17:00:48 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My grandfather on my dad’s side passed away from cancer back in 2018 at the age of 75. Unlike my mom’s parents and my dad’s mom, my two brothers, my sister and I knew very little about “Grandpa Henry”. All that we knew about him...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Spring Flu</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Dec 2019 17:00:40 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The spring flu was been going around the school like usual, but some people were sicker than normal. They didn’t just have fever and headache – their faces were blotchy, their eyes bulged, and they all wheezed like they’d just run up 10 flights of...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Problem With the Drains</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Dec 2019 17:00:45 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Man, that shift sucks!”  I hear it all the time.  I can understand why people say it; I used to think the same thing.  I still do some days.  I’m one of the lucky people that go to work while everybody else is sleeping soundly...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Elf on the Shelf</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Dec 2019 17:00:13 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Growing up, or at least since the mid-two thousands, my house always had an Elf on the Shelf during the Christmas season. If you don’t know, Elves on the Shelf are these little elf dolls that are supposed to be scouts for Santa Claus. I...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Trunk</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Dec 2019 17:00:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Moving day. A chance to start fresh in a new place. New opportunities, new community, new home. Home. Not just a house. To Eric Sherman, this was a place he could finally call home. No ex-wives to hound him for alimony. No disapproving parents to...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Curse of Luck</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Jan 2019 17:00:54 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My life hasn’t been what most would consider to be… great. As you will read, I have always had terrible luck. I was an infant when a drunk driver decided one night that he wanted to drive on the wrong side of the road at...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Spindler</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Dec 2018 06:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“I want to hear about the Spindler.” Logan listened as the voices of his three friends talked. He watched as the fire before him dwindled. “You sure you wanna do that, Lexi? In these woods?” Logan’s back was firmly set against the back of a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Bottom of the Ninth</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2018 05:00:45 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Welcome back to the bottom of the ninth inning ladies and gentlemen and it appears that we have yet to receive an update on the injury to the twenty four-year veteran, Bryce Harper, who was hit by that devastating fastball to start the inning and...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Living Picture</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Jan 2018 06:00:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Just perfect, I thought as the storm released sheets of rain over the canopy that spilled onto the walkway. Lightning lit up the sky in a brilliant stitch of fire followed by a powerful bellow. I was leaning against one of the tapered columns with...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Big One</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Jan 2018 06:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The competitors of the thirtieth annual “Super fish” tournament sponsored by the Angler Warehouse could not have asked for a better day; seventy-five degrees and not a cloud in the sky.  The competition was open to just about every type of fish that Lake Michigan...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Psychopath</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 30 Dec 2017 06:00:13 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Mena had been in the shower for nearly an hour when the water-heater spit out the last drops having any semblance of warmth to them, prompting her to quickly shut off the flow before that damn chill re-attached itself to her.  It was honestly the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Quest</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 25 Dec 2017 06:00:38 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Grynnwald grabbed his son by his beaten breastplate and shook the hysterical young man, slamming him against a massive oak tree, nearly unleashing the chest-piece in the process. “Haurik!” he screamed desperately trying to break through the panic.  “Compose yourself!”  It took a moment for...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Leave Your Flashlights at Home</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Dec 2017 06:00:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’ve been a national park ranger for close to two decades. Protocols have changed a lot in that time. I write this just to try to keep people safe for the next time you venture to the big outdoors. Let me tell you about the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Zombie Pitch</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Oct 2017 05:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[So, what’s it like to be a zombie? I’ll save you the effort of asking because we both know that’s what you’re thinking… right? Or, more to the point, what the best part of being a zombie? Well I’ll tell you one thing: it’s not...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Dismal Maw</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Apr 2017 05:00:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Fuck you!” Nathan Keene screamed at his grandmother. Her quivering lip stiffened and sucked in a gasp. The widening sclera of her aged vision looked as though they’d pop out of her skull. With all the strength his little hands could summon, Nathan slammed the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Staircase</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Jan 2014 06:00:58 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[July 5, 2010 I don’t really know what to say. Last week, I was in a bad car crash. The doctors said that I suffered some brain injuries in the crash and that it’s a miracle that I’m not dead. They also said that I...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Artificial</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 24 Nov 2013 06:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I didn’t stop running. I suppose I could have, if I wanted to, but the thought of what would happen to me if I stood still for any more than a second frightened me to death. My breaths grew louder and louder as I ran...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Tonight’s Entertainment</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Nov 2013 06:00:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In the dark of the night, little children often feel as if they see demons in their closet, and as if someone is watching them. The inky blackness of the night changes their familiar bedrooms once the watchful sun sets below the horizon. For most...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Jeff the Killer</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Aug 2012 05:00:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Excerpt from a local newspaper: OMINOUS UNKNOWN KILLER IS STILL AT LARGE. After weeks of unexplained murders, the ominous unknown killer is still on the rise. After little evidence has been found, a young boy states that he survived one of the killer’s attacks and...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Duality</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Jul 2011 05:00:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Curious case today. Very curious, indeed. In fact, since this afternoon, I have been sitting quietly in my study, sipping from a dwindling supply of Chardonnay, reconsidering everything I ever thought I knew about the intricacies of the human mind. Started out simple enough. Boy,...]]></description>
		
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