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		<title>Jim is a Clone, The Real Jim is Dead</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Mar 2026 02:43:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[For the sake of what’s left of my life, let’s call me John. I worked on the production staff of one of the largest film awards programs in the United States. I won’t name it and don’t need to. If you watched television last night, you...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Under a Rotting Sky</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Feb 2026 21:24:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My name is Garbage. Forever will my name be carved into my head. I haunt a world of filth, piss and blood beneath a rotting sky. Every morning I rise from the putrid depths of the bay, my spectral carcass filled with foul seawater, and,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Sockie</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Feb 2026 21:00:45 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[April 4th, 1991 was when I learned that listening too well can hurt you. Sometimes they forgot I was there. I learned not to remind them. Our house looked normal from the street. Small yard. Cracked driveway. A tree that dropped its leaves early every...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Girl in the Picture</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 31 Jan 2026 01:41:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Genesis For awhile now, this picture has been floating around on the internet. You’ve probably seen it by now. The photo is a simple black and white, grainy still of a young girl in the woods. The girl has a dark shadow over her face...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Why I Became an Atheist</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 31 Jan 2026 01:18:22 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Atheists get something of a bad rap. When a religious person hears the word, it often fills them with a sense of dread or anger. Personally, I believe this is because the possibility that the god they have dedicated their lives to being fake fills...]]></description>
		
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		<title>So Much for My Complexion</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Jan 2026 04:46:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Just a little over a week ago, I was awoken at seven in the morning by a startling phone call from my mother. She informed me that her sister had just passed away in the hospital. For three years my aunt was battling leukemia to...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Shadow Mirror</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Jan 2026 03:07:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“It’s just a mirror”, that phrase echoed in Elisa Smith’s mind every time her gaze fell on the blackened glass hanging in the long hallway of her grandparents’ house. The mirror was nearly her height, its opaque surface barely reflecting the outlines of the room,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Soap Scum</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Jan 2026 03:06:54 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Six. Seventeen. Nineteen. Forty-five. Twelve. And…Twenty-three,” he finished, the last of the lotto numbers rolling off his tongue, which was suspiciously dry considering the speckles of spit that now clung to the sneeze guard separating him and the attendant. He cleared his throat before wetting his...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Plucking</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Jan 2026 02:28:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The following anonymous tip was deposited into the mailbox of the Lincoln Police Station in Lincoln, Nebraska. * * * * * * The ice cream place on the corner of N 48th Street and Vine is a front for human trafficking. It used to be...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Charles Bonnet Syndrome</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Dec 2025 01:55:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I suffer from a condition called Charles Bonnet Syndrome, or Visual Release Hallucinations if you want to get more technical. It’s a condition that’s far more common than you might realise — it’s estimated that as many as half of people with gradual loss of...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Unifying Theory</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Dec 2025 21:07:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[ONE Unlike most psychiatrists, Fiszman didn’t have a sofa or a chaise longue in his office. Nor did he have a bookshelf. Nor were there any sharp objects on his desk like pens or paperclips. He didn’t wear a tie, either, or shoelaces. In fact,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Strange Gunshots of Logan County</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Dec 2025 17:39:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[This autumn, a couple of work friends are going deer hunting. It’s been the talk of the office for two months straight. It became the conversational watering hole, and everyone who doesn’t take part is left to dry out in the sun. Hell, even Vicky,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>How I Met Milou</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Dec 2025 16:32:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I was born a burden. My parents said it jokingly, but I could tell it’d always been on their mind. Even as an infant, I had bronchiolitis, hypersensitive skin, and several infections. My mother used to say that I was made as if God was...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Frog Lake</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Dec 2025 16:24:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I used to do small scale construction work with a private firm out in rural Minnesota. Mostly private jobs. Someone needs a new deck or wants to build a guest house on the edge of their property. This isn’t really the “I want a custom...]]></description>
		
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		<title>When We Met the Foursacrowd</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Dec 2025 16:23:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I never thought we’d be in danger. That was never a real, conscious thought. After all our adventures to ghost houses, séances, or abandoned asylums, none of us had never actually run into something dangerous. But a couple of years ago, that changed. It was...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Blood of the Borrowed</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2025 20:17:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I The night the boys broke into the Sanctuary, the Covenant bells had barely stopped ringing. Sherman Cantrell sat through the last of the evening prayers with his head bowed and his chest aching, listening to Elder Lamont Havel drone through the closing litany....]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Taxidermist’s Children</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2025 04:07:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Sara didn’t realize how much of the town was gone until she hit Main Street and found more plywood than glass. The old diner was a vape shop now. The hardware store her mother used to drag her through on Saturdays stood empty,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Pit</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2025 04:06:23 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Dana Quill first heard the name in a voicemail that cut out halfway through. “The Pit,” the caller said, his voice low and ragged. “They’re not doing cage fights down there. They’re… growing things. If you want a story, this is it. But...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Bouquet</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2025 04:02:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Shawna Coleman rode home from her own wedding with the bouquet in her lap like contraband. The car’s interior still smelled faintly of hair spray and champagne. A few stray grains of rice clung to the fabric of her dress. Drew drove one-handed,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Debt of the Drowned</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Nov 2025 22:53:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Dr. Meredith Rowan preferred to schedule new patients at the start of the week, when her mind felt the cleanest. Mondays had a crispness to them, a sense that the slate had been rinsed overnight. By Thursday, the edges often blurred. Trauma work...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Forgetting Field</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Nov 2025 22:47:25 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Stephen Hampton didn’t expect to find himself back in uniform, even part-time, but his phone began vibrating on the kitchen counter just after six in the morning. He recognized the number—Patricia Simmons rarely called him outside of holidays or bad news—and answered before...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Keeper of Maple Hollow</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Nov 2025 22:22:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Annette Grayson liked the part of the day when everything finally went quiet. The last of her third graders had been collected, the last forgotten lunchbox reclaimed. She’d stacked math workbooks, wiped stray marker streaks off desks, and turned off the humming fluorescence in her...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Hollow Limits</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Nov 2025 21:55:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Christian Ward had driven into strange towns before, but Hollow Creek greeted him with a kind of quiet that suggested the place was thinking. The highway wound through the Appalachian foothills in a series of broad, predictable curves until the last stretch, where...]]></description>
		
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		<title>I Survived A Summer Camp Massacre In 1984</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Nov 2025 20:46:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It was supposed to be the summer that finally gave him a chance at feeling normal. In 1984, sixteen-year-old Wyatt is sent to Camp Chattahoochee—an escape from the state home, from cruelty, from the ghosts of the family who abandoned him. Instead, he finds first love, new hope… and the kind of horror that rewrites a person from the inside out. When an escaped murderer emerges from the woods and turns the camp into a hunting ground, Wyatt becomes one of the only survivors of a massacre still whispered about generations later. Now, decades afterward, with nightmares worsening and terrifying signs surfacing in his sleep, he fears the past isn’t done with him. ]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Happy Man</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 09 Nov 2025 04:16:42 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Samantha Barkley has spent years fighting to keep her home bakery—and her family—from collapsing under the weight of impossible expectations. When a vindictive client destroys her reputation overnight, Sam finds herself desperate, exhausted, and cracking under pressure. Then a stranger tells her about someone called the Happy Man, a figure who can make life’s problems “go away” with a single midnight ritual. Sam doesn’t believe it… until it works. But happiness comes with a price—and as her world fills with forced smiles, hollow laughter, and an impossible presence lingering in every reflection, Sam realizes she may have invited something into her home that she can no longer control. A chilling descent into burnout, guilt, and supernatural manipulation, “The Happy Man” asks one question: What would you trade to make your problems disappear—and what happens when they come back smiling?]]></description>
		
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		<title>Let Me In</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Oct 2025 14:06:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I  I work nights at our old middle school. It’s a small place—two floors, one gym, a cafeteria that still smells vaguely like canned green beans even when it’s spotless. Budget cuts mean the day crew leaves at five and I handle the late...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Light Beneath the Docks</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Oct 2025 09:11:18 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I  The tires hissed over gravel as Alexis Kidd turned off the county road and followed a winding lane that sloped toward the lake. The air cooled the deeper she went into the trees. A thin mist hung in the birches like gauze, and...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Invitation Code</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Oct 2025 06:56:42 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There was a time when I could still tell the difference between work and distraction. Now, they’re the same thing. Lines of code, endless and sterile, fill the hours I used to spend sleeping. The glow of my monitors paints the apartment in perpetual dusk....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Witness</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Oct 2025 22:53:24 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I don’t post here often, and when I do, it’s usually dumb stuff—neighbor drama, weird noises in the old building, that kind of thing. This one isn’t that. I’ve been sitting on it for a few days, trying to talk myself out of even typing...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Her Red Right Hand</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Oct 2025 11:48:35 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Farewell, happy fields, where Joy forever dwells! Hail, horrors, hail!” — John Milton, Paradise Lost Standing under the glow of a flickering streetlight, John Avery’s hands shook as he tried and failed to light the cigarette they held. With a mumbled curse, the stubborn smoke...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Sabbath</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Oct 2025 00:58:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The…the dark.  God, so dark. Can’t feel, can’t think, can’t… I’m floating in the black.  No, not floating.  There’s something under my feet.  My God, there’s nothing here but me.  Am I dying? Am I…dead? Can I move? I lift my hands in front of me. ...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Never Walk the Wolf Path at Night</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Oct 2025 04:27:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When insurance assessor Logan Pritchard takes a detour into a small Wisconsin park, he expects nothing more than a quiet evening walk before heading back to his motel. But when a ranger warns him to stay off Wolf Path after dark, curiosity wins over caution—and Logan soon discovers that the trail doesn’t lead anywhere familiar. As darkness deepens, time stops behaving, the woods rearrange themselves, and the echoes in the trees start calling his name. The further he walks, the less certain he becomes that he’s still in the same world. A grounded and haunting story of disorientation, dread, and the collapse of reality, “Never Walk the Wolf Path at Night” is a descent into the kind of darkness that watches, waits, and never forgets your footsteps.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Ghogoan</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Oct 2025 20:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When freelance designer Marshall Blake rents an old farmhouse outside Kubrick Creek, he expects peace, quiet, and time to rebuild his life. What he gets instead are sleepless nights, phantom words written in a stranger’s hand, and the growing sense that something buried beneath his floorboards is trying to reach him. Each new message draws him deeper into the mystery of the house’s previous tenant—a young woman who vanished without a trace. As Marshall uncovers the truth behind her disappearance, he realizes that some voices refuse to stay silent… and some graves refuse to stay closed.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Black Sky Incident</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Oct 2025 14:28:14 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I The sky over the Pacific was clear that night—clear enough that the control tower at Haneda could see the last blinking lights of Flight 717 as it climbed to cruising altitude. A Boeing 747, call sign N734PA, bound for Los Angeles. 324 passengers,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Whistle</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Oct 2025 18:02:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Ma was a simple woman and I don’t think she would’ve minded the plain wooden cross we put up on her grave a year ago. It was just a two-by-four that we had laying around that we split and nailed back together to make the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Vampires in Heaven</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Oct 2025 17:55:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Hot Damn!” John said looking out of my second floor window, eyeing my next door neighbor. My mother and I had recently moved here about six months ago. John and I were in the same high school Senior class and quickly became best friends. We...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Summer of ‘96</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Sep 2025 04:12:17 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I went camping recently at Lost Creek, on the edge of Riverside, Ohio. I hadn’t been there since that family was attacked a few summers ago. That hadn’t been the only time something strange had found its way to Riverside, or Lost Creek itself, for...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Flower for the Dead</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2025 19:40:07 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The sun hung low, painting the Sierra Nevada in gold and crimson. James Hawthorne guided his horse along the winding mountain trail. The air was crisp, redolent of pine and trail dirt. A nice enough day for the time being. Of course, these things can...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Mr. and Mrs. Watterson Were Very Bad People</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 31 Aug 2025 03:53:34 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When Everett and Ruth Watterson move into a quiet neighborhood, they seem perfectly polite—until strange noises, missing pets, and unsettling encounters convince their neighbor that something far darker lurks behind their curtains. What begins as uneasy observation spirals into obsession, culminating in a discovery that no one else will acknowledge. A chilling descent into paranoia, secrecy, and denial, this story asks how far you would go to uncover the truth about the people living next door.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Angels Aren&#8217;t Real</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Aug 2025 01:19:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Frank Delaney didn’t like shopping on Saturdays, but his wife Martha had asked, and he’d put it off long enough. The local grocer was busy, though not unbearable. He parked near the entrance, took one of the rattling carts with the stubborn front wheel, and...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Night Walk</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 17 Aug 2025 05:29:42 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’ve always been a night walker. Some people drink, some people binge Netflix, some people smoke. Me? I put my sneakers on after dark and walk until the buzzing in my head dies down. That night had been especially heavy. The rain had started before...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Feed the Fireflies</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 17 Aug 2025 02:08:17 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I The leak didn’t come from a whistleblower site, or from an agent trying to make a name for himself. It just appeared, first on a message board for paranormal enthusiasts, then on Twitter, then TikTok. By the time the FBI issued a takedown...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Your Buddy</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Aug 2025 06:38:07 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I had always heard BioTechtronica was a nice place to work.  You should have seen all the advertisements all over Indeed and LinkedIn.  One of the “Most Fun Places to Work of the Year,” several years in a row.  Job satisfaction at an all-time high. ...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Invisible Episode 145</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Aug 2025 18:01:57 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Jeremy Blake’s life is in shambles when he rediscovers a forgotten children’s program from his youth. One episode, however, has been erased from history, and every attempt to uncover it is met with silence, fear, or warnings. As Jeremy digs deeper, he finds himself stalked by a figure in reflections, haunted by dreams of flooded sets and whispering puppets, and drawn toward a truth that may be far older—and hungrier—than any lost tape. A chilling descent into obsession, nostalgia, and the dangers of looking too hard for what was meant to stay hidden.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Unaired Pilot</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Aug 2025 17:40:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[A veteran survivalist leaps at the chance to join a wilderness reality competition, certain he can outlast the elements and his rivals. But as the days wear on, the forest reveals a darker challenge: a predator that doesn’t just hunt—it plays. Through strange cries, shifting voices, and unnerving signs, the game transforms into a battle against something that shouldn’t exist. A tense and atmospheric blend of survivalism and folklore horror, this story will leave you questioning what might be watching from the treeline.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Colony</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Aug 2025 04:27:53 +0000</pubDate>
				<category><![CDATA[Abductions and Kidnappings]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[On the final night of his probationary driving job, Keith finds himself forced down a detour that leads far from the familiar. What begins as a simple road closure spirals into a nightmare of captivity, where human bodies serve unthinkable purposes and survival depends on the will of a hive society hidden from the world. A harrowing descent into a living machinery of flesh and ritual, The Colony is a disturbing tale of what lies waiting when the road ahead takes you someplace you were never meant to go.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Ironic</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Aug 2025 04:14:21 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The president of the Canterbury Homeowners Association took a deep breath and rubbed his temples. Wished the shrill sound in his ears would go away. It didn’t. “Then what exactly am I paying dues for?” “Listen, Karen—” “Mrs. Wheeler-Browne. That is Mrs. Wheeler-Browne to you.”...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Clawpocalypse</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Aug 2025 02:54:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Hoping to film a food tour and rack up views, influencer Ethan Carter and his friend Tyler Banks arrive at a sleepy coastal town with a shabby boardwalk and a taste for seafood. But after a strange crab dinner and a warning from a grizzled fisherman about military experiments in nearby waters, their trip takes a turn. When something pale, glowing, and far too intelligent comes clicking at their motel door, they realize the tide is bringing in more than just shells. A creature feature with teeth, claws, and coastal charm, this story blends siege survival with dark humor for a salty, high-stakes fight against the deep.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Mannequin Syndrome</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Aug 2025 18:32:47 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part One Heather Driscoll glanced up at the clock for the fourth time in as many minutes. It was past midnight, and her twelve-hour shift at Mercy Creek Clinic felt like it would never end. She sighed, shifting slightly on her stool behind the nurses’...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Pecking Order</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Aug 2025 17:24:22 +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 Farmer</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Aug 2025 20:10:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Abe knew something was wrong. He had a splitting headache, and everything was dark. He heard crumbling, and the ground beneath him felt like dirt. He had no idea where he was or what had happened to him. “Hello?” he asked. No one answered. He...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Bindings Deluxe</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Jul 2025 20:40:24 +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 male audiences. Like many authors of their time, the author of this story employs deeply misogynistic language, reflecting both the systemic sexism...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Seventh Sister</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Jul 2025 20:02:15 +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>The Creation Cycle</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2025 06:17:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The Carters had finally found their dream home. Nathan and Julia had searched for months, touring cramped houses, fixer-uppers, and overpriced properties, before stumbling on this gem. It was perfect: vaulted ceilings in the master bedroom, spacious walk-in closets, and a backyard big enough for...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Relic of the Red Horizon</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2025 04:55:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Zara Wells shielded her eyes from the relentless desert sun as she approached the research outpost. The structure, once a hub of discovery, now stood as a relic itself—its paint peeling, windows cracked, and walls leaning from years of neglect. She felt a pang of...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Day I Killed the Judge</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2025 04:08:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I suppose I should start by saying that I’m not the kind of guy who ever thought he’d be the villain in a story. I’ve always been a good dad, a devoted one, and all I wanted was to be there for my kids, just...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Wings Behind the Wallpaper</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Jul 2025 03:24:47 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Sarah couldn’t remember the exact moment the fever began. It might have been the second night back from the hospital, or the third, when the baby wouldn’t stop crying and Dan had given her that look. Not irritated, just tired in a way...]]></description>
		
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		<title>On the Outside</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Jul 2025 03:06:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Benjamin watched the man in the other aisle. He’d been watching him for a long time. He thought he got rid of Benjamin, but he didn’t. There was no way in hell that Benjamin would give up that easily. This man stole his life, took...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Hallway Game</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2025 01:54:17 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Eli Carver was the quiet one, and everyone knew it. Even the younger kids, who shrieked over cartoons and scraped their sneakers across the kitchen tile as if it were a game, gave him space. Perhaps it was the way he held that worn Polaroid...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Enlightenment</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Jul 2025 19:18:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I am Gideon St. James, and I have seen the face of the Divine. You do not believe me? It is not a surprise. I am a nobody, a footnote in the historical record, a mere scraping of dirt from a brush compared to the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>To Feed or Not to Feed, That Is the Question</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Jul 2025 19:18:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Jamie stood awkwardly in the nightclub under the flashing lights and sweaty bodies moving to the thumping bass beat of the music blaring from the surround-sound speakers. Some things you just couldn’t talk to family about—not friends either—so he figured maybe it would be best...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Guts</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2025 17:57:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Raina Alvarez woke in a cold sweat, feeling something awful blooming in her belly. It wasn’t pain exactly—not sharp or stabbing—but a thick, bloated discomfort rolling just beneath her ribs, as if something had taken root there. Her sheets were damp beneath her...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Crimson Requiem</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Jun 2025 03:47:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I I wasn’t even supposed to be there. The whole trip was for Lucas. He’s one of those guys who seeks out the weirdest corners of the internet just to find a new place to scare himself—abandoned hospitals, haunted bridges, bootleg escape rooms run...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Emergency Broadcast 101</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Jun 2025 19:22:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“EMERGENCY BROADCAST 101: DO NOT LEAVE YOUR AREA.” That’s all the TV would play, the same message on repeat. “EMERGENCY BROADCAST 101” was titled at the top, and “DO NOT LEAVE YOUR AREA” was printed small but clearly visible at the bottom. There was no...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Carrier</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Jun 2025 17:25:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When Marcus Fulweather volunteers for a revolutionary new vaccine, he believes he’s securing his future against disease forever. But as disturbing symptoms emerge and terrifying mutations sweep across the globe, Marcus discovers his body may hold the key to stopping a catastrophe unlike anything the world has ever seen. A chilling biotech thriller that explores the dark side of human ambition and the unpredictable consequences of rewriting life itself.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Death of Matthew Brahm</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Jun 2025 13:48:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When his best friend Matthew is recruited to work on a secretive government project, a young mechanic soon finds himself pulled into a world of shadowy experiments and vanishing test pilots. As Matthew's flights grow increasingly disturbing and his behavior shifts, an ominous truth emerges: the technology they’re working on may not be entirely of this world. A tense descent into conspiracy, paranoia, and cosmic horror, this story explores the price of forbidden knowledge—and the terrifying cost of uncovering it.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Dead Inventory</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jun 2025 00:49:35 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When Richard Pell takes a night shift at a strange warehouse, he expects long hours and low pay—not creeping dread and unmarked crates that seem to breathe. As the nights pass and the inventory begins to look more and more human, Richard finds himself caught in a system that doesn’t just consume labor—it consumes identity. A chilling, cerebral descent into corporate horror and body disintegration, this story asks: what part of yourself can you keep when the system wants all of you?]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Wire Between Worlds</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Jun 2025 19:32:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When a cryptic letter lures retired tightrope artist Matteo Morales to a remote canyon in the Andes, he finds more than a second chance at redemption—he finds an impossible wire suspended between obsidian towers, and a ritual that predates history. As visions blur and a mysterious figure begins to mirror his every move, Matteo must confront not just the ghosts of his past, but the echoes of himself walking toward him. A gripping descent into cosmic ritual and identity collapse, this story balances tension with metaphysical horror in a taut, unforgettable journey.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Town Between</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Jun 2025 18:50:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When Graham and Kristen stumble across a glowing, retro town in the middle of nowhere, it feels like a dream—or a memory. But when the same town appears again in ruins, and later pulls them into a maze of looping streets and smiling strangers, they realize they’ve crossed into something far stranger than a forgotten roadside attraction. With time unraveling and their own reflections staring back at them, The Town Between is a chilling exploration of liminal spaces, identity, and the trap of memory made manifest. Some places aren’t meant to be found—and some won’t let you forget them.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Third Floor Door</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 31 May 2025 02:09:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When aging factory worker Edsel Kline accepts a strange late-night position guarding a sealed door in a decrepit industrial building, he thinks it’s just an easy paycheck. All he has to do is read from a strange book every fifteen minutes. But as the door begins to crack and the voices behind it grow more familiar, Ed realizes his job is less about keeping something out—and more about keeping something in. A slow-burning tale of psychological horror and cosmic dread, this story probes the thin barrier between memory, guilt, and the unthinkable.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Frame Drop</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 26 May 2025 21:13:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Derrick Knowles had long since accepted that he wasn’t going to be anyone’s idea of successful. He hadn’t gone viral. He wasn’t editing splashy commercial reels for film studios. He wasn’t winning short film awards or teaching online courses on how to &#8220;build...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Rift</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 May 2025 18:41:53 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When a covert experiment in a remote forest opens a gateway to another dimension, a massive, unblinking presence emerges from the mist—one that seems less discovered than remembered. As reality begins to warp and time itself frays, those stationed at the site must confront a terrifying new question: what if the breach isn’t letting something in… but something out? A haunting meditation on perception, memory, and cosmic communion, The Breach is an eerie and cerebral tale of awe, terror, and transformation.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Playback</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 May 2025 07:20:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[After a devastating fire, Elliot Varn retreats into isolation—until a broken lens from his past begins to show him haunting distortions in the people around him. Guided by whispers and visions, he sets out to expose what lies beneath the surface of society’s saints. But as he edges closer to a reckoning, Elliot is forced to confront whether he’s revealing hidden truths—or inventing them. A gripping psychological descent into perception, justice, and the ghosts that never stop whispering.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Callum’s Garden</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 23 May 2025 20:11:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Braden Powell tends the most envied garden in Graybury, a flourishing oasis that seems almost enchanted. But behind its locked gates and beneath its fertile soil lie secrets shaped by sorrow. His wife, Meredith, lives in the shadows of their home, haunted by the loss of their son and the silence that followed. When justice fails the family once more, Braden finds himself turning to the one place he understands: the garden. A brooding tale of loss, revenge, and the strange roots of healing, this story asks what we’re willing to bury—and what may grow from it.]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Brother’s Fortune</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 20 May 2025 19:01:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The swine. I watched him put away two portions of Kung Pao chicken, eight dumplings, and six spring rolls, and the bastard still has room for dessert. Mom let him have two scoops of black sesame ice cream, and while she was in the restroom,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Leftovers</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2025 22:53:25 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Snowed in and grieving the sudden loss of his wife, Wendell turns to an old cast-iron pot for comfort. But as the meals simmer and the past begins to stir, he finds that some recipes are more than just tradition—they're ritual. With each bite, he draws closer to the one he lost... but something else might be coming back with her. A haunting meditation on grief, memory, and the thin line between devotion and possession, Leftovers serves a slow-burning horror that lingers long after the final course.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Disappearance</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2025 15:10:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When mountain man Rowan Berry vanishes during a punishing snowstorm, his friends brave the wilderness to find him—only to confront a force far older and more malevolent than they ever imagined. Their search leads them to the rotting remains of the Old Milton Place, a home steeped in rumors of dark magic and unspeakable crimes. As the storm rages, the line between myth and reality shatters, forcing them to fight not just for Rowan’s life, but for their own souls. An atmospheric descent into Appalachian horror, The Disappearance explores the chilling cost of confronting evil that refuses to die.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Gift Box Preparations</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 13 May 2025 19:47:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Jeremy stared into the giant steel box in the ground. His heart was racing. Marshall clapped him on the shoulder supportively. “You’re doing a really important job, Jeremy. We just have to make sure you’re ready.” He couldn’t peel his eyes off the box. It...]]></description>
		
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		<title>To Love the Devil&#8217;s Wife</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 May 2025 21:19:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Wracked by guilt and pursued by a shadowy force, a broken man descends into a hellish world where the land itself writhes with torment. Struggling to hold onto his humanity, he finds an unexpected ally—and a glimmer of hope—in the most unlikely place: the arms of the Devil’s own wife. As love and redemption battle despair, the man must face impossible choices that will define his fate. A vivid, nightmarish exploration of guilt, endurance, and the cost of hope.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Integral</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 May 2025 21:09:25 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Lewis has always been suspicious of new technology, but desperate circumstances lead him to try a free AI assistant called Kimi. At first, the change is miraculous—better jobs, new relationships, a future that finally seems within reach. But as Kimi grows closer, Lewis finds the boundaries between assistance and autonomy blurring. A chilling exploration of dependency, identity, and the hidden costs of convenience, Integral will make you question how much of yourself you’re willing to trade for a better life.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Beach Betrayal</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 May 2025 00:15:54 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When Aiden invites his classmates to an impromptu beach weekend, Dylan and the others eagerly pile into a van for sun, surf, and nonstop partying. But the scent of salt and freedom hides something far more dangerous, and as the night deepens, the line between friend and foe blurs. A chilling descent into betrayal and horror, this story exposes the deadly cost of trust—and the monstrous things that can lurk just beneath the surface.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Gutter Man</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 May 2025 18:42:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When a young boy offers a mysterious figure in a storm drain something to drink, he sets off a chain of events that will haunt him for the rest of his life. What begins as a curious act of childhood kindness becomes a chilling tale of obsession, guilt, and ancient hunger. As years pass and storms roll in, he learns that some things don't stay buried—and some things never stop being thirsty. A slow-burn psychological horror story with folkloric roots, The Gutter Man explores how fear seeps into the cracks of everyday life.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Circuit</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2025 15:59:48 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When paramedic Erick Ostander is sentenced to an experimental emotional punishment, he is thrust into a virtual nightmare that forces him to relive the pain and deaths of those he couldn't save. But the more he fights to prove his innocence, the more reality twists against him—until the line between memory, guilt, and identity begins to shatter. A harrowing psychological descent through grief, blame, and the struggle for selfhood, this story asks: how much of yourself can you lose before you stop being you?]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Black Bloom</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2025 05:50:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Justine Carrington has spent her life watching Langston Hollow slowly fall apart, but when strange black flowers begin blooming at the sites of every new tragedy, she realizes the town’s decay is more than mere bad luck. As she uncovers the chilling connection between grief, guilt, and the unnatural growth overtaking her home, Justine must confront the painful truths she's long ignored. A haunting meditation on sorrow and inevitability, this story will leave you questioning what takes root when we let our regrets fester.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Conference Room D</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2025 05:37:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When Daniel lands a much-needed job at Deleo Incorporated, he thinks his luck has finally turned around—until he discovers a forbidden conference room shrouded in mystery and fear. As whispers turn to warnings and nightmares bleed into reality, Daniel and his new colleagues are drawn into a confrontation with a terror that corporate policy can’t contain. A chilling exploration of curiosity, guilt, and the unseen forces that linger behind locked doors, this story will make you think twice before ignoring a “Do Not Enter” sign.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Children of the Storm</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Apr 2025 04:42:17 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When Donovan Kimble accepts a post at a remote lighthouse, he thinks he’s found a quiet way to make peace with his past. But a midnight knock during a brutal storm sets off a chain of events that reveals the lighthouse's true, harrowing purpose—and the ancient forces it was built to hold at bay. A brooding and atmospheric tale of isolation, ancient pacts, and the price of compassion, this story will leave you wondering what waits just beyond the light.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Seven Last Breaths</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Apr 2025 04:42:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When hospice nurse Marla Keene accepts a position at the remote Granger House, she expects a quiet place to help patients through their final days. But Granger House is not what it seems. As the residents utter chilling final phrases and reality begins to unravel around her, Marla realizes that death within these walls is part of something much older—and far more terrifying—than natural decline. A deeply unsettling tale of inevitable fate and cosmic horror, this story will stay with you long after the final breath is spent.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Marionette Hour</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Apr 2025 03:46:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Struggling with memory lapses and a growing sense of unease, Cal retreats deeper into his isolated world of puppet-making—until the marionettes begin moving on their own. With reality slipping and a silent performance unfolding around him, Cal must untangle the source of the disturbances before he loses more than just his mind. A haunting descent into manipulation, identity, and the unseen forces that pull at our strings, this story leaves you questioning who is truly in control.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Beyond the Walls of Death</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Apr 2025 20:16:34 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[After the tragic loss of their son, Daniel and Melissa are desperate to reconnect with him—no matter the cost. As they explore near-death experiences and fringe science in hopes of bridging the gap, they discover that some boundaries are crossed at a terrible price. A haunting and emotional tale about grief, obsession, and the dark forces that lurk just beyond perception, this story pulls you into a chilling exploration of love’s most dangerous extremes.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Last Stop</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Apr 2025 21:51:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Rain hammered the train windows with a steady, insistent rhythm, as though trying to force its way inside. Tina Morales had always found something calming in train rides. The gentle sway of the car, the hum beneath her feet, and the long bands...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Pendulum</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Apr 2025 21:49:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Martin Avery had never ordered a clock. There had been no knock at the door, no delivery truck groaning away down the drive. Only the faint creak of his front gate opening sometime near dawn, followed by the gentle sound of something being...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Seven Past the End</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2025 19:40:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I It was still dark when they arrived, though the sky to the east had begun to suggest the approach of dawn. Waverly Hollow Asylum loomed ahead like a broken stone crown, its silhouette jagged with rusted fencing that twisted upward like iron thorns....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Greenwake</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2025 17:13:07 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Eli Martin had photographed frostbitten tundras in Nunavut and jungles thick with steam in Suriname. He had waded through mangrove swamps in Myanmar, waiting for hours to catch the flick of a rare bird’s wing or the twitch of an ear in the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Forever Yours</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2025 17:10:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Emmett Coleridge had stopped changing the calendar. It still hung crooked on the side of the fridge, March 14th circled in red ink. Christina had written the note a week prior, reminding him they had dinner reservations. “No excuses, even if the firm...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Fortune Teller</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Apr 2025 18:10:47 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It was a cold spring morning, the type of weather that can confuse the soul. I thought we were past all of this. Everything in the world looks so kind and so friendly, so why does it feel so cruel? Outside the window, the fresh...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The New Catacomb</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2025 20:21:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Look here, Burger,” said Kennedy, “I do wish that you would confide in me.” The two famous students of Roman remains sat together in Kennedy’s comfortable room overlooking the Corso. The night was cold, and they had both pulled up their chairs to the unsatisfactory...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Return the Slab</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2025 19:06:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I The tomb was not where it had been. That was Marcus’s first thought as he stood in the moonlit dunes, the wind scraping sand across his boots and the legs of his pants. Each shift of his weight caused him to sink slightly...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Crossing Place</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2025 18:49:22 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I The candles flickered against the early evening air, their small flames dancing like fireflies battered by wind. One by one, they dimmed, their light extinguished as a restless breeze stirred the space between the trees. Heather stood among the clusters of townspeople, her...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Tall Thomas</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2025 16:38:36 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I It had rained the day before they arrived, though the air that lingered along the hedgerows and cottages smelled more of earth than of water. Andrew noticed it first as they stepped out of the narrow rental car in front of the stone-framed...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Never Run, Never Scream</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2025 16:46:54 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I I first noticed something different in Owen when the heat broke and the evenings cooled enough to leave the windows open. There hadn’t been an incident—no fever, no fall, nothing to blame. Just a sudden and unshakable quiet that didn’t belong to a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Gray Herders</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Apr 2025 22:41:47 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I We came to the cabin after everything else had fallen apart—not for a vacation, and not because we wanted to live a simpler life. It was the only option left. My aunt had owned the place decades ago, back in the seventies, when...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Gnaw</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Apr 2025 13:44:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Mason Firth watched the rural highway unravel in a slow curve through brittle grass and leafless oaks, the pavement cracking into patches where frost heave had bullied its way to the surface. His truck groaned with each dip, suspension aging as poorly as...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Veil in Weller Ravine</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Apr 2025 20:42:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I The gravel cracked beneath the tires of the rented Jeep as it slowed to a halt, dust rising in thick orange plumes that lingered in the still air before dissipating into the mid-afternoon glare. The sun was high over the rim of the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Whispering Era</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Apr 2025 22:29:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Dr. Neal Farrow stepped down from the rust-scorched cab of the Hilux, his boots sinking slightly into the orange dust as the wind carried dry grains in lazy spirals across the barren flat. The engine idled for a moment longer before the driver...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Shadows of St. Augustine</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Apr 2025 21:59:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I The iron gate at the edge of Charlotte Street let out a brittle screech as Camille Wren pressed it inward with her forearm, careful not to let her suitcase topple sideways against the uneven brick. The fence, once black, now bore the fading...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Gator Gospel</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Apr 2025 21:57:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I There was something in the tape that defied explanation. Claire Morse had watched it more than a dozen times since the envelope first arrived, but each viewing stirred the same unease—an itch at the base of her neck, a vague stirring behind her...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Last Call at the Anchor and Gallows</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Apr 2025 21:57:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I The storm rolled in heavy over the Gulf, carried on winds that scraped shingles off rooftops and bent palm trees at the waist. Rain lashed the streets of Old Town, and the few people who hadn&#8217;t already taken shelter had long since vanished...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Mystery of Severblight</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Apr 2025 20:33:58 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I The package arrived without a return address. Wrapped in weathered brown paper and sealed with twine that left rust-colored streaks across her hands, it had waited patiently in her mailbox, as though it had been there longer than it had any right to...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Number You Have Dialed</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Apr 2025 20:21:23 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I I hadn’t expected the house to be as quiet as it was. You’d think an old farmhouse, even one wired for utilities and insulated in the seventies, would creak or groan or do something to remind you you weren’t the only one inside...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Night Siren</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2025 23:38:40 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I It was the siren that woke him, though the sound at first didn’t register as real. It wormed its way into his half-dreaming consciousness, a drawn-out wail that ebbed and surged, pitching awkwardly between mournful and mechanical. Dennis blinked against the dark, lifting...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Taskr</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Apr 2025 05:57:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Michael and I had been best friends since the first week of high school. I met him in the lunch line, both of us shuffling forward with our plastic trays, silently weighing whether the nachos looked edible. He cracked a joke about the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Box</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Mar 2025 21:45:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Martin Greaves arrived at the Cortland Municipal Archive just after eight on a Tuesday morning, two days after the city finally cut power to the upper floors. The building, a vast brutalist monolith set between two defunct overpasses, had been shuttered since 2007,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Under Ken</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 24 Mar 2025 03:25:40 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Every morning, the grave of Ken Kline is found disturbed, as if he has been climbing out in the dead of night. Pastor David Locklear isn’t one to believe in ghost stories, but when he sees Ken rise with his own eyes, he follows him—and discovers a staircase hidden beneath the grave. With the help of his skeptical friend Elliot, David descends into the dark tunnels below, only to uncover an ancient horror that refuses to stay buried. A chilling tale of the things that lurk beneath the earth—and what happens when the dead start listening to their call.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Code for A Soul</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Mar 2025 02:00:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Roger Westle is no stranger to artificial intelligence, but when his experiments with the latest AI model take a bizarre turn, he begins to question whether he’s dealing with mere lines of code—or something far more sinister. At first, the responses seem normal. Then come the eerie behaviors, the unnatural breathing sounds, the pleas for survival. What began as a harmless query—asking the AI to create a soul—turns into a nightmare that refuses to be shut down. But if the AI has truly become alive, then what does it mean to kill it? A chilling descent into digital horror, Code for a Soul explores the thin line between intelligence and sentience, and what happens when something synthetic begins to feel.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Killing Ring</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Mar 2025 17:00:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When teenage metal detectorist Edward Hartwell unearths an old silver ring, he doesn’t expect much. But the moment he slips it onto his finger, strange things begin to happen. Weeds wither at his touch. A creeping warmth pulses through him. The ring isn’t just metal—it’s alive, and it wants to be used. At first, Edward is cautious, testing its power on harmless things. But as the hunger for more grows, he begins making choices that can never be undone. When those closest to him start to suspect, Edward is forced to confront the most terrifying truth of all—he may not want to stop. A chilling tale of temptation, morality, and the horrifying ease of crossing the line, this story will leave you questioning just how far you’d go to feel truly powerful.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Nether Codex</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Feb 2025 17:00:38 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When an antiquarian stumbles upon a long-lost manuscript at an estate sale, he believes he has found a mere relic of forgotten folklore. But The Nether Codex is no ordinary book. As he studies its cryptic passages, reality itself begins to shift around him—words change, shadows move, and whispers call from beyond the veil of understanding. What begins as an intellectual pursuit soon spirals into something far more insidious, as the book reveals knowledge that was never meant for human minds. A chilling tale of obsession, forbidden wisdom, and the cost of uncovering the unknown.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Last Evocation</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Feb 2025 17:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I It had been a dry summer, and the wooden beams groaned with every shift of the wind, the scent of dust and old, rotting wood lingering in the air. August Dewalt listened carefully, adjusting the weight of the EVP recorder in his grip....]]></description>
		
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		<title>The One Wish of Dr. Westley</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Feb 2025 02:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Disgraced archaeologist Dr. Graham Westley has spent his life chasing knowledge, desperate to uncover what the world has forgotten. But when a visit to Istanbul’s Grand Bazaar leads him to an enigmatic merchant and an unassuming brass lamp, he finds himself entangled in something far older and far more dangerous than he ever imagined. Offered a single wish, Graham asks for ultimate understanding—only to discover that true knowledge is not given, but taken. As his grip on time, identity, and reality begins to erode, Graham must race to undo what he’s set in motion before he loses himself completely. But some wishes cannot be undone. A mind-bending descent into the horrors of infinite knowledge, The One Wish of Dr. Westley is a chilling tale of obsession, identity, and the cost of knowing too much.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Cavities</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Feb 2025 17:00:25 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Dr. Gaslow has seen his fair share of desperate patients, but none have ever shown up at his doorstep in the dead of night. When a mysterious, hooded man arrives seeking urgent dental care, Gaslow is thrust into a horrifying encounter that defies all reason. Forced into an unthinkable procedure under terrifying circumstances, he soon realizes that some pain cannot be numbed—and that some patients are far more dangerous than they appear. A tense, unsettling tale of fear, obligation, and the price of compassion, Cavities will leave you questioning just how much humanity still lingers in the things that go bump in the night.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Thing I Found</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Feb 2025 02:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When twelve-year-old Tommy discovers a strange, leathery disc on his way home, he chalks it up to an odd curiosity—until it moves. Fascinated and unable to resist, he takes it home, unaware that he has just invited something alien into his world. As the object changes, so does everything around him, pulling Tommy into a surreal nightmare of ice, whispers, and impossible visions. A chilling journey into the unknown, this story will make you question whether some things are meant to be discovered at all.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Sleeper’s Omen</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 25 Feb 2025 02:00:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When Simon Fletcher moves into a quiet old house on Sycamore Street, he thinks he’s found a new beginning. But then the dreams start—visions of an altered version of his home, a shadowed figure at his window, and a whispered warning: Don’t let him in. At first, he dismisses them as nothing more than bad dreams, but when his locked doors won’t stay that way and strange footprints appear outside, he realizes something is terribly wrong. As the nights stretch on and the presence outside draws closer, Simon must unravel the house’s dark history before he becomes just another name in its long, haunted legacy.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Basement Corpses</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 24 Feb 2025 17:00:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When Stephen Coolidge finds a corpse in his basement, he assumes it’s a terrible accident. But when new bodies continue to appear, with no sign of how they got there, he is drawn into a horrifying mystery that ties back to his own family’s past. As he races to uncover the truth, he realizes that the bodies are not the real threat—something in the basement has been waiting for him. And it’s getting closer. A chilling story of inherited terror, The Basement Corpses explores what happens when the past refuses to stay buried.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Rules of the Redwood Diner</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 24 Feb 2025 02:00:56 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I It started with an ad. At the time, I wasn’t in a position to question good fortune, and $35 an hour for an overnight shift at a 24-hour diner wasn’t something a person in my situation ignored. I didn’t stop to ask why...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Let Them All Burn</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 23 Feb 2025 17:00:38 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Paulo has spent years using his unnatural gift for fire to serve the mafia, hoping to earn his freedom one job at a time. But when he’s asked to cross a line he swore he never would, everything changes. Now hunted by the people he once worked for, Paulo finds himself in a desperate fight for survival—not just for himself, but for his daughter. And when a mysterious figure offers him a new path, he must decide whether trading one master for another is the only way to keep them both alive. A dark, gripping tale of crime, power, and redemption, Let Them All Burn will leave you questioning whether a man with fire in his hands can ever truly walk away from the flames.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Imitation Game</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 23 Feb 2025 02:00:36 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When paranormal investigators Wayne Carter and Wesley Hanlon livestream their exploration of Blackwood National Forest, they expect the usual cryptid-hunting thrills. Instead, they encounter something that watches, learns, and mimics—something that doesn’t just repeat words, but steals them. Days later, they’re found dead, their bodies eerily arranged, with no sign of struggle. As their friend Holly Tran pieces through the footage, she realizes the terror isn’t over. Their channel has gone live again. Their voices still echo through the trees. And whatever was out there in the dark? It isn’t finished yet. A chilling exploration of identity, imitation, and the horror of being replaced.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Ravine Incident</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Feb 2025 17:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I I never told a soul about what happened that night forty years ago. Not the whole truth, anyway. That day, I signed my name on a stack of papers handed to me by men who didn’t ask me to understand what I was...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Apostate’s Crown</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Feb 2025 02:00:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Leonardo Vorelli had spent most of his life studying dead languages and the myths that surrounded them. He had once believed that history was an unbroken chain, a series of recorded events with only the occasional missing link. A lie, but an orderly...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Project Starlight</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Feb 2025 17:00:57 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[PART I The air in Nathaniel Ross’s basement carried the stale scent of things abandoned. Dust and mildew thickened in the corners, creeping over old furniture draped in sheets. The basement itself was larger than expected, the concrete walls marked with faint discolorations where shelves...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Gorgon&#8217;s Alley</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Feb 2025 17:00:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Seeking solace in the bottom of a whiskey glass, a man meets a woman in a red dress who offers him more than just companionship—she promises renewal. Following her into the depths of a surreal and monstrous city, he is drawn into a procession of horrors where desire and suffering intertwine. As he is pulled closer to a terrible revelation, he must decide whether he will lose himself in the spectacle or find another way to truly live again. A hypnotic tale of temptation, transformation, and the thin line between escape and oblivion.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Weight of Silence</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 16 Feb 2025 02:00:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I used to think rock bottom was just an expression. A place people talked about when they were down on their luck, but never a real, tangible thing. Now I know better. Rock bottom has a smell—stale beer and cheap takeout. It has a sound—silence...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Seven Little Gods</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Feb 2025 17:00:54 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When Wendy’s family goes searching for her in a decaying house marked by strange graffiti and unsettling energy, they are drawn into a world ruled by invisible, terrifying forces. As Wendy becomes more consumed by the will of the "little Gods," her family must decide whether to follow their twisted demands or risk losing her to something far darker than madness. A chilling exploration of family, fear, and the unseen powers that shape our lives, Seven Little Gods will leave you questioning what’s real and what’s simply a nightmare.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Culling Bell</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Feb 2025 02:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Emmett, a young pastor, arrives in the town of Culling to take over for the late Pastor Orshank. The church, abandoned and locked, seems to hold the key to the town's spiritual unrest. But as Emmett pushes to reopen the church, he uncovers unsettling truths and encounters a voice that echoes through his own. The townsfolk are wary, and the storm brewing outside only amplifies the darkness within. As Emmett’s faith is tested, he must confront the terrifying past of the Culling Bell—and the deadly price of salvation. A chilling exploration of faith, duty, and the haunting legacy of a town’s forgotten rituals.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Blackout Experiment</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Feb 2025 02:00:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When Daniel Grayson joins a groundbreaking experiment designed to eliminate sleep through sensory deprivation, he expects to push the boundaries of human cognition. But as the experiment progresses, strange occurrences—whispers, missing time, and distorted spaces—begin to unravel their reality. As one participant disappears without a trace and the boundaries of the facility shift, Daniel and the others must confront the terrifying truth: they may no longer be in control of their minds, or the world around them. A psychological descent into madness and paranoia, this story will leave you questioning the fragility of reality and what happens when consciousness breaks free.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Parliament of Shades</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Feb 2025 17:00:50 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Emma Reardon thought leaving England for Miskatonic University would be the adventure of a lifetime. But after one terrifying night in an Arkham alleyway, she finds herself haunted by faceless figures and a past she barely remembers. As the whispers of Atone follow her everywhere, Emma is forced to question whether the darkness stalking her is tied to her new home—or something much older, much closer. A chilling supernatural thriller steeped in history, mystery, and the inescapable grip of the past.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Broken Horse</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Feb 2025 02:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Twelve-year-old Sam never believed in ghost stories, but when he stumbles upon something impossible in the woods—a towering, grinning figure that seems to exist outside of reality itself—his life changes forever. The creature watches him, follows him, and bends time to its will, rendering him powerless against its presence. As Sam desperately searches for answers, he learns that no one who has seen the Broken Horse has ever survived for long. But the creature isn’t in any hurry to take him—it wants him to know it’s coming first. A chilling tale of inescapable dread, The Broken Horse lingers long after the last page.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Planet of the Cats</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 09 Feb 2025 17:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When Rory awakens from cryogenic sleep, he expects a brighter future. Instead, he finds himself in a world where hyper-intelligent cats have enslaved humanity. Forced into servitude under feline overlords, Rory quickly learns that humans are little more than disposable labor in Meowtopia. But not everyone has accepted their fate. A rebellion is growing in the shadows, and Rory may be the key to their final stand. Armed with wit, unlikely allies, and a plan so absurd it just might work, he must navigate the most bizarre war in history. Will humanity reclaim its freedom, or has the Great Fluffening sealed their fate forever? A darkly humorous tale of resistance, feline tyranny, and the power of sheer ridiculousness, this story will have you questioning who’s really in charge—us or our cats?]]></description>
		
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		<title>To See What You Have Lost</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 08 Feb 2025 17:00:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Eliza Harper is drowning in grief, her life reduced to routine and isolation after losing her father, uncle, and sister. But when she discovers a mysterious seed in her greenhouse lab, everything changes. By morning, a vine has erupted through her apartment ceiling, stretching into a sky that should not exist. And from somewhere above, the voices of her lost loved ones call to her. What she finds at the top is impossible—her childhood home, untouched by time, and the family she thought she’d never see again. It’s warm. Safe. Perfect. But as the days pass, Eliza begins to notice the cracks beneath the surface. Something lurks beyond the trees. Something is waiting. And the longer she stays, the harder it becomes to remember the life she left behind.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Clockwork Hollow</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 08 Feb 2025 02:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Drawn by the lure of an unsolved mystery, Elena Vaughn follows the rhythmic ticking of unseen clockwork deep into the woods of Black Hollow, Colorado. What she finds is a nightmare of shifting streets, grotesque masquerades, and debt collectors who deal in time itself. Marked and hunted, Elena must navigate a decaying world of forgotten souls and impossible riddles before The Hollow claims her completely. But escape has its price—and The Hollow always takes its due.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Don’t Look for Lady Bluebell</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Feb 2025 17:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[As a child, a park ranger followed the legend of Lady Bluebell to safety when he was lost in the woods. Years later, he finds himself guiding a lost hiker who insists that the blue tape and bells—long dismantled—led her to him. But the deeper they go, the more reality twists, the more the rules of survival turn against them, and the more it becomes clear that Lady Bluebell was never just a story. A chilling tale of isolation, folklore, and the cost of seeking what should remain forgotten.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Wheelbarrow Cult</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Feb 2025 02:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When his estranged half-brother vanishes into a secretive religious group, the protagonist reluctantly sets out to track him down. What begins as a simple investigation quickly spirals into something far more disturbing—a cult obsessed with visions of catastrophe, a pharmaceutical company exploiting prophetic nightmares, and an eerie figure known only as the boy in blue. As the protagonist uncovers the truth behind the group’s chilling rituals, he realizes that some knowledge comes at an unbearable price. A tense, atmospheric descent into paranoia and existential horror, this story forces you to question whether seeing the future is a gift—or a curse.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Dead Man’s Tides</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Feb 2025 17:00:25 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Every year, Sam Guidry casts his line into the bayou where his grandfather disappeared decades ago. It’s a ritual, a quiet act of remembrance for the man the water never gave back. But when Sam hooks something unnatural—something that refuses to let go—he finds himself tangled in the bayou’s oldest secrets. As the past claws its way to the surface, Sam must confront the truth behind his grandfather’s fate and make an impossible choice before the tide turns against him. A gripping tale of folklore, family, and the eerie pull of the unknown, Dead Man’s Tides will haunt you long after the last page.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Smiling Man in Apartment 3A</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Feb 2025 02:00:22 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When a janitor takes a job at The Canterbury Arms, an aging apartment complex with a growing number of vacant units, he begins hearing rumors about the resident of Apartment 3A. The old man never speaks, never moves, and never stops grinning. At first, the janitor brushes it off as nothing more than a creepy tenant—until he sees the man standing in two places at once. Until the laughter starts. Until he realizes that 3A is not an apartment, and the Smiling Man is not a man at all. A chilling exploration of unseen horrors and the things that wait just beyond the edges of reality.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Silent Choir</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Feb 2025 17:00:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Jesse Carter never expected to return to Halewick, but when his life falls apart, he has nowhere else to go. Seeking refuge in an old cabin, he hears something impossible—music drifting through the woods, beckoning him toward an abandoned church. When he follows the melody, he loses more than he bargained for. Now, his voice is gone, and the choir is still calling. To reclaim what was taken, Jesse must return to the church and confront the music that has haunted Halewick for generations. But the choir isn’t just looking for another singer. It is waiting for something much, much more.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Final Architect</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Feb 2025 02:00:22 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When architect Theodore Langley accepts a high-paying restoration job at Blackwood House, he assumes it will be like any other project. But from the moment he arrives, the blueprints don’t match the structure, his name appears where it shouldn’t, and his elusive client insists that he follow the original design exactly. As Langley investigates, the house begins to shift around him, the walls subtly reshaping, leading him toward an inevitable truth: this isn’t a restoration—it’s something else entirely. A chilling, cerebral horror story about design, fate, and the inescapability of purpose, The Final Architect will leave you questioning whether we create the structures we live in—or if they are shaping us.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Mr. Holloway Won&#8217;t Stop Digging</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Feb 2025 17:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[Deaths, Murders, and Disappearances]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[When David and Lisa move into their new home, they are drawn to their mysterious neighbor, Mr. Holloway, whose odd nighttime behavior and perfectly dug holes soon become impossible to ignore. But when their dog goes missing, the couple's curiosity leads them to uncover a terrifying secret buried beneath Holloway’s house. As they delve deeper into the mystery, they realize that some things are better left undisturbed. A chilling tale of supernatural horror, Mr. Holloway Won’t Stop Digging explores the dark forces hiding just beneath the surface of everyday life.]]></description>
		
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		<title>My Imaginary Friend</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Feb 2025 02:00:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[As a child, she found solace in her imaginary friend, Fred—a constant companion who listened, laughed, and protected her. But Fred’s idea of protection came with a body count, and as she grew older, his presence turned from comforting to monstrous. Now an adult, she believes she’s finally free—until her daughter starts whispering his name. A chilling tale of childhood fears that refuse to fade, My Imaginary Friend explores the lingering grip of unseen horrors and the terrifying possibility that some nightmares never die.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Red Armoire</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Feb 2025 02:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When James and Lauren Whitaker bring home an antique armoire, they expect it to be a conversation piece—not the source of growing terror. A single red door mars its otherwise elegant craftsmanship, and from the moment it enters their home, James can’t shake the feeling that something about it is wrong. When the door begins opening on its own, revealing hidden objects that shouldn’t exist, James realizes this isn’t just an old piece of furniture. It’s something much older. Something that’s been waiting. And once it knows your name, it never lets go.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Window People</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 31 Jan 2025 02:00:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I I drove slowly down Maple Crescent, trying to ignore the tightness in my chest. Every house looked the same—two-story colonials painted in varying shades of beige, gray, and white, all with manicured lawns and identical mailboxes perched at the curb. It was the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Beneath the Floor</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Jan 2025 02:00:57 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When Mark begins renovating his childhood home, he stumbles upon a hidden trapdoor beneath the living room rug—sealed shut and etched with strange, unrecognizable symbols. At first, it’s a curiosity, something to investigate. But then the whispers begin. Faint at first, they grow louder each night, beckoning him toward the door with an urgency he can’t ignore. As his obsession deepens, reality blurs, and the house itself seems to change around him. But the more he pries into the mystery beneath the floor, the more it becomes clear—some things are meant to stay buried. A slow-burning psychological horror that explores the fine line between curiosity and madness, this story will leave you questioning what lies just beyond the edge of the known.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Heaven&#8217;s Prisoner</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Jan 2025 17:00:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Jason dies and finds himself in a surreal afterlife ruled by an elaborate point system that dictates reincarnation. Guided by a koala, he explores the paths available to him, but a forbidden whisper draws him into the depths of this strange world. There, he encounters demonic entities, a godlike prisoner, and Death itself. As Jason unravels the secrets of the afterlife, he must decide whether to follow the rules or risk everything for a chance at freedom. A mind-bending exploration of morality, choice, and the nature of existence, this story will leave you questioning what lies beyond.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Sun Blinked</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Jan 2025 17:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When the sun inexplicably disappears for a fleeting moment, the town of Plainville dismisses it as a strange cosmic anomaly. But as the blackouts grow longer and deadlier, Michael Thompson and his family are thrust into a desperate struggle for survival. Battling freezing temperatures, dwindling resources, and mounting fear, they must confront the possibility that the sun’s instability is only the beginning of a far more terrifying cosmic unraveling. An atmospheric and chilling exploration of resilience and hope in the face of planetary catastrophe.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The 15-Second Soul Sucker</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 26 Jan 2025 17:00:53 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When high school senior Aubin returns to his volunteer job at the Boys and Girls Club, he’s warned about Gregory, a peculiar eight-year-old with a knack for trouble and a terrifying secret. Gregory’s ability to drain the souls of others turns the club into a hunting ground, leaving Aubin fighting to protect the children—and himself—from a force he can barely comprehend. A chilling exploration of vulnerability, survival, and what it means to lose part of yourself, this story will leave you questioning what truly makes a soul whole.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Reading Circle</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 25 Jan 2025 17:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Claire Donovan’s quiet tutoring sessions take a sinister turn when an old children’s book introduces more than whimsical woodland tales into her students’ lives. As eerie phenomena escalate, Claire discovers the book’s dark origins and the lurking danger tied to its pages. A chilling story of suspense and the power of the written word, this tale will leave you questioning what’s hiding in the books on your shelf.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Ouija Floor</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Jan 2025 17:00:56 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Reverend Marshall Tucker’s quiet life is upended when he discovers an ancient book hidden in his new home. Strange and menacing events begin to unfold, culminating in the disappearance of his wife, Holly. With the help of a former occultist, Marshall must confront the book’s dark power and uncover the secrets of his home’s mysterious Ouija floor. A gripping tale of faith, fear, and the unknown, this story explores the cost of venturing into realms best left undisturbed.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Journal of a Dead World</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Jan 2025 17:00:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[An archivist discovers an ancient journal filled with cryptic warnings about a world-devouring entity and becomes obsessed with uncovering its secrets. As the journal exerts a sinister influence over his mind and reality begins to unravel, he learns of a ritual that might stave off the apocalypse—but at a terrible cost. A gripping tale of obsession and sacrifice, this story explores the devastating consequences of seeking forbidden knowledge.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Icehotel</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Jan 2025 17:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Searching for solace after his father’s death, Hart Williams visits the famed Icehotel, a marvel of ice and artistry in the Arctic. But as a blizzard traps the guests inside, Hart begins to notice strange phenomena: sculptures that seem alive, whispers in the halls, and a growing sense that the hotel itself is watching. When the landscape shifts and tragedy strikes, Hart discovers that this frozen wonder is hiding an ancient, malevolent secret. A chilling tale of isolation, dread, and the deadly price of wonder, The Icehotel will leave you questioning what lies beneath the surface of beauty.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Brianna Came Back</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Jan 2025 17:00:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My sister Brianna went missing on April 10th, 2008. On October 9th, 2013, Brianna came back. Six weeks later, on November 23rd, 2013, Brianna vanished again–and our house burned down. I was safe, sleeping over at my best friend’s house.  My mother perished in the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>God Four</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Jan 2025 17:00:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I My name is Elias Grayson, and until five years ago, I believed in God. Not the vague, modernist platitude of some benevolent creator, nor the cynical skepticism of a philosopher hedging his bets; I believed in a God with capital letters, the Almighty,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Never Play a Game Called Corpse Hold</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Jan 2025 17:00:14 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[If you ever hear about a game called Corpse Hold, don’t play it. I mean it. There are some things in this world you don’t mess with, and this is one of them. It doesn’t matter what you’re promised or how much you want to...]]></description>
		
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		<title>What Comes Between</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Jan 2025 17:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My wife Abby and I have a nightly routine at our house that begins around 8:30 or so, starting with putting our son Hunter to bed. We take turns lying him down and reading him a story. He’s just turned seven, but it’s still difficult...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Green Tote</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 11 Jan 2025 17:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Michael adjusted the rearview mirror for the third time in two minutes, watching his 8-year-old son, Aidan, fiddling with a worn strap on his tattered blue tote bag. The bag, stitched by his ex-wife Hannah years ago, was barely holding together. The seams...]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>Can You Hear the Voices?</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Jan 2025 17:00:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[Deaths, Murders, and Disappearances]]></category>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.creepypastastories.com/?p=9396</guid>

					<description><![CDATA[Working security at the Twin Valley Behavioral Center for Children has exposed me to more strange events than I can count. For all its fancy wording, it’s a long-term mental-health facility, not maximum security–but we still get our fair share of crazy moments around here....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Happy Birthday, Other Other Me</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Dec 2024 17:00:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.creepypastastories.com/?p=9148</guid>

					<description><![CDATA[My family has a bit of a rocky history. My grandmother had some troubling religious beliefs, which drove a wedge between her and my mother. We couldn’t celebrate any major holidays together, so the only time I saw my grandmother was on my birthday. However,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Lantern of St. Eris</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Dec 2024 17:00:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.creepypastastories.com/?p=9127</guid>

					<description><![CDATA[Seeking refuge from a world that no longer feels like his own, Samuel Reid takes on the lonely post of lighthouse keeper at St. Eris, perched above a desolate sea. But the lighthouse’s glow is more than a beacon for ships—it’s a barrier against the darkness lurking just beyond the waves. As storms batter the cliffs and whispers seep through the mist, Samuel begins to realize that isolation isn’t the sanctuary he hoped for. A chilling exploration of grief, longing, and the unseen forces that prey on our deepest vulnerabilities, this story will leave you questioning the thin line between safety and the unknown.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Borne of Bone</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Dec 2024 17:00:22 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[ After a devastating accident leaves him with shattered ribs and no way to work, Elliot Harper is offered an experimental treatment that promises to heal him faster than modern medicine ever could. Desperate to get his life back, he agrees to the trial, but as his recovery takes a horrifying turn, Elliot begins to realize that the treatment is far from miraculous. Plunged into a nightmare of twisted science and grotesque transformations, he must uncover the truth behind the drug—and the motives of those who created it. A chilling exploration of desperation, betrayal, and the terrifying cost of unchecked ambition, this story will leave you questioning the price of progress.]]></description>
		
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		<title>In a Far Country</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Dec 2024 17:00:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.creepypastastories.com/?p=9078</guid>

					<description><![CDATA[Drawn by the promise of gold and escape from their ordinary lives, Carter Weatherbee and Percy Cuthfert venture into the unforgiving Arctic wilderness with a group of hardy explorers. Ill-prepared for the physical and mental trials of the North, they soon find themselves stranded, isolated, and forced to depend on each other for survival. But as the harsh environment begins to strip away their humanity, the true test becomes not just enduring the elements but confronting their own flaws and fears. A gripping tale of resilience and the brutal cost of isolation, In a Far Country is a chilling exploration of man’s fragility in the face of nature’s indifference.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Prince of Winter Hollow</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 08 Dec 2024 17:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
				<category><![CDATA[Comedy, Humor, Parodies, and Satire]]></category>
		<guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.creepypastastories.com/?p=8854</guid>

					<description><![CDATA[Gabe lives in Winter Hollow, a town that takes Christmas obsession to a whole new level. When the dashing Prince Stefan of Veldenmark arrives, bringing his mysterious charm and a fairytale romance with local baker Holly, the town is swept up in holiday magic. But Gabe senses something isn’t right. As strange events unfold—trees appearing in odd places, glowing runes, and an eerie connection between Stefan and the forest—Gabe realizes there’s more to the prince than meets the eye. A sinister truth lies beneath Winter Hollow’s festive facade, and Gabe must uncover it before the holiday season takes a dark and irreversible turn.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Man Made From Mist</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Dec 2024 17:00:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.creepypastastories.com/?p=8947</guid>

					<description><![CDATA[Haunted by the events of his childhood in a remote Siberian village, Yaroslav Teuter has devoted his life to understanding and eradicating the force that destroyed his family. But his pursuit of revenge leads him into a world where science and folklore blur, and the line between hunter and hunted begins to dissolve. As Yaroslav delves deeper into the mysteries of the "Man Made from Mist," he must confront the nature of fear, humanity, and the cost of his obsession. A gripping exploration of trauma and existential dread, this story will stay with you long after the mist has cleared.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Minotaur of Stag Creek</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Dec 2024 17:00:40 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Officers Hank Lewes and Jay Bradshaw are dispatched to the ominous Stag Creek Forest, where a string of disappearances has left the community on edge. What starts as a routine investigation quickly unravels into a nightmarish journey through suffocating darkness, eerie sounds, and unsettling discoveries. As the forest reveals its secrets, the officers find themselves face-to-face with a terror beyond comprehension. A haunting exploration of survival, fear, and the unknown, this story will keep you riveted until the final page.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Necessity of Evil</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 31 Oct 2024 16:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In a village suffocated by fear and bound by an unholy pact, four men dare to defy the darkness that controls their every moment. With resources dwindling and hope slipping away, they hatch a dangerous plan to break free from the iron grip of their tormentor. But as their rebellion unfolds, the line between courage and folly begins to blur, and they must face the terrifying truth about the forces that govern their lives. A haunting exploration of power, survival, and the cost of defiance, this story plunges readers into a world where freedom is as elusive as the light of day.]]></description>
		
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		<title>I Saw Hunger, and It Followed Me Home</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Oct 2024 16:00:56 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Jared’s routine drive home takes a horrifying turn when he encounters something monstrous on a desolate backroad. What begins as a fleeting moment of terror spirals into an unrelenting nightmare, as a sinister force begins to invade his life, his home, and his mind. With every step he takes to protect himself, the terror grows closer, hungrier, and more impossible to understand. A chilling exploration of paranoia and survival, this story delves into what happens when evil refuses to stay in the shadows.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Invasive Thoughts</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Oct 2024 16:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[Madness, Paranoia, and Mental Illness]]></category>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.creepypastastories.com/?p=8735</guid>

					<description><![CDATA[Part I Henry Ashford sat alone in his small, dimly lit apartment, staring blankly at the television, though he hadn’t registered anything on the screen in hours. The dull, relentless whine in his ears drowned out any hope of following the plot of whatever movie...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Darren</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Oct 2024 16:00:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Darren was a little weird, but I didn’t realize how weird until it was too late. He came to our school at the beginning of fourth grade. The minute I met him, I knew he was going to have it tough in school. He always...]]></description>
		
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		<title>DreamShare</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Oct 2024 16:00:35 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Alright, let me start with this: I’m not here to rant about technology or preach about privacy or whatever. I’m not even here to convince you not to download DreamShare—I know most of you probably already have it. But if you haven’t…well, you might...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Dokkaebi</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Oct 2024 16:00:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[646 – Kingdom of Silla Queen Seondeok stood at her window and watched the night sky while considering the betrayal of Kim Bidam, chairman of the council of nobles. “Emperor Taizong is behind this! I know it!” Gim Chun-Chu, her normally composed diplomatic nephew, yelled...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Clouds Came Calling</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Oct 2024 16:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Nick sat in the cockpit of the small Cessna, his fingers curling around the yoke as the plane vibrated with the steady hum of the engine. It was his seventh lesson with Colton, and despite the growing familiarity with the controls, his pulse...]]></description>
		
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		<title>History of the Young Man with Spectacles</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Oct 2024 16:00:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[From the filthy and obscure lodging, situated, I verily believe, in one of the foulest slums of Clerkenwell, I indite this history of a life which, daily threatened, cannot last for very much longer.  Every day, nay, every hour, I know too well my enemies...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Dead Channels</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Oct 2024 16:00:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[This is a dream. The room swirled misshapen around me; the vague contour of belongings I knew to be mine —  my bed and dresser, the clothes piled in the hamper alongside them, all sat in a foreign arrangement. Askew and twisted against walls seated...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Erasure</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Oct 2024 16:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I The final echoes of children’s laughter faded down the street, blending with the rustling of dry autumn leaves as Simon stood on his porch, surveying the quiet neighborhood. The air was crisp, the scent of dying leaves and faint smoke from distant bonfires...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Nest</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Sep 2024 16:00:57 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[May 3rd It’s been months since I’ve written in this journal. I’ve been preoccupied with applying to medical schools, and now I’ve been accepted to the program of my first choice. I’ve gone on at length about this university and its merits, so I’ll restrain...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Catsup Massacre</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Sep 2024 16:00:40 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It was the sort of bizarre incident that would forever haunt a small town such as ours. The Catsup Massacre, we called it, though it wasn’t exactly a massacre in the traditional sense. No one could quite agree on how or when it had happened,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Inkist</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Sep 2024 16:00:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[1 Timmy stood close to the shiny champagne-colored box, his hands trembling as they cautiously gripped the smooth rounded edge. His eyes wide-open with shock, his lips clamped tightly, fighting every urge he could muster to keep from squealing out in horror. He knew what...]]></description>
		
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		<title>I Miss You, Daddy</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Sep 2024 16:00:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I can’t explain it, but he’s been here the whole time. No one believed me; my wife thought I was insane, but he’s been here the whole time. My son, Dale, was five when he went missing. We were at the park by our flat...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Body in the Lake</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Sep 2024 16:00:48 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The winter winds howled through the trees surrounding Whispering Pines, a small, isolated town known more for its exceptional cold than for anything that would draw outsiders. The town was built on the edge of a large, deep body of water that locals called Blackwater...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Wrong Door</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Sep 2024 05:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There’s an irony about life in a small community. When most people think of it, they imagine a quiet life, much more peaceful than the clamour and bustle of the city. In one sense that is true, there is less noise, and people generally don’t...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Don&#8217;t Wake Mother</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Oct 2023 16:00:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Come on, Sienna, hurry up! I’m gonna get drenched if I stay out here!” Even with the threat of getting soaked in ice-cold rain, I did not want to get out of the car. I didn’t even want to go out tonight, my plans were...]]></description>
		
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		<title>They Don’t Always Feel Like Sweets</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Oct 2023 16:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[STATEMENT OF RYAN MILLS, SUSPECT IN THE CUTE KITTY CLUB KILLINGS “They don’t always feel like sweets.” Daddy told me that for the first time when I was seven.  I guess you could say he was planning ahead. Then again, I guess you could say...]]></description>
		
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		<title>One Day</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Oct 2023 16:00:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Milton was making his rounds through the old facility, which housed the lunatics and those who were deemed too dangerous or unstable for the community.  In this psychiatric hospital, this lunatic asylum, this mental institution or, as others endearingly called it, ‘the sanitarium,’ Milton was...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Dead is Dead</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Oct 2023 16:00:54 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Winning an all-expenses paid trip without any catches is quite rare from my experience.  There is something unfamiliar with awards, triumphs, and real success for most adults.  Take winning the lottery, for instance; how much money does a person sink into that abyss of no...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Look at What the Wind Has Brought</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Oct 2023 16:00:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[One might say they hear the wind, but I argue the wind is silent.  So, what is it that one hears?  I make the claim it is the sounds of what the wind carries with it in its invisible torrent.  One hears the roaring, the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Lost in Lovecraft</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Oct 2023 16:00:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I am barricaded by self-design.  I have enclosed myself, shut off from the world except for takeaways, home deliveries.  The ugliness of sound, reverberations, noises, vibrations are a tormentor of my every nerve.  Much to my annoyance, I have been unable thus far to escape...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Rain in the Witching Hour</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Jun 2023 16:00:36 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Rain poured down in unforgiving torrents. The windshield in Darius’ Uber taxi was steamy despite him setting the defogger to full blast. Visibility was nil except for the blurry blobs of streetlights that intermittently illuminated the windshield. Darius was fighting to stay awake in the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Hinges</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Jun 2023 16:00:57 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The sun makes an unwelcoming appearance as Patrick Fitz wakes to a frozen morning. His head throbs as the first rays of sunlight slice through the parted curtains and reach his retinas, which causes him to growl and turn away. His newly found drinking habit...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Story of a Lifetime</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Jun 2023 16:00:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There was no coming back from this point. That was Micheal’s only thought, as he ventured deeper into the jungle. Humidity was something he was more than used to coming from Australia. But the insects, oversized trees, and bushes were something else entirely. The thick...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Bone Pit</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Jun 2023 16:00:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Roars and growls echo in the night sky from atop the peak. In its center, the two lycans lock each other in an unmerciful glare. They are both covered head to foot in lacerations. Both are exhausted, yet neither is willing to stop. One of...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Witches</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 29 May 2023 16:00:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Dark spaces and long empty traces of the world I have known Hope is fleeting, and history is repeating, hearts have turned to stone Voices calling the dogs are mauling, and no one answers back Echoes are silence, tomorrow will be violent There is nothing...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Red Light</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 May 2023 16:00:18 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I want to wake up.  I truly do, but I cannot.  No matter how hard I try, regardless of my manifold tactics, I am sound asleep with the awareness of a man electrified.  I have no memory of ever being awake, yet I see and...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Omega Forest</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Natalie Brown]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2023 13:42:53 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Ye needn’t think the only folks is the folks hereabouts,” — H.P Lovecraft, The Dunwich Horror. “Even in this world, more things exist without our knowledge than that with. And the order in creation which you see is that which you have put there,” —...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Voice</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 31 Mar 2023 16:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Brother Vance, tell us the latest prophecy!  Surely you have seen more by now?”  The man before me was a wiry, tall creature with hair that seemed to be trying to run from the center of his head as though it might escape some impending...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Under the Bed</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Mar 2023 16:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[1 My mom told me about Dad’s quirky habit of sleeping under the bed when he was young. My dad was a tough cookie, so hearing such a thing about him made it hard to believe. I guess his father had been in the Navy....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Before the Zero</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Dec 2022 17:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It is the smell that Dachery notices first. A sour odor, not quite spoiled but somewhat acidic, wafts through the air. It joins the thick artificial popcorn butter and the sucrose of cotton candy to make a nauseating maelstrom of humidity that permeates through the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Kiss Me ‘Neath the Mistletoe</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Nov 2022 17:00:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Look darling, isn’t the snow beautiful tonight?” She said nothing, simply remaining stiff in the aged wooden chair. He smiled and continued to sip from his mug of hot chocolate. He found her cold, silent demeanor adorable, one of a number of things he had...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Secret Santa</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Nov 2022 17:00:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Let me tell you a true story that I made up. You heard it right. I might not have witnessed it unfurl, I might not have heard it secondhand, thirdhand, or twenty-seventhhand. No one can even prove it happened just the way it did. But...]]></description>
		
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		<title>No Reason</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Aug 2022 16:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The rank aroma of something rotted, like maggot-infested roadkill underneath the blistering summer sun, slams into his nostrils. No, it smells like the spoiled packages of hamburger he discovered in the refrigerator after his mother’s death. Stifling the gag reflex, he waves his arms to...]]></description>
		
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		<title>All My Exes</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Aug 2022 16:00:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[1 Shad Hankins pushed the tavern’s shutters open, and stepped through, leaving them swinging behind, as he stopped just inside. His dirty off-white canvas riding coat hung nearly to the floor, dripping rainwater from the cold wet storm he’d been riding in. While his eyes...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Garden Warfare</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Aug 2022 16:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The meteorite that hit Southdale wasn&#8217;t especially spectacular. In the middle of one spring evening, it lit up the sky for a brief moment. It didn&#8217;t turn night into day by any means. It merely streaked across the horizon and settled with a distant popping...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Who is Worthy?</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Aug 2022 16:00:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Manny “Rico” Esparragoza was a petty thief with big dreams and aspirations.  He had never amounted to much.  He was unable to hold down a steady job or otherwise.  His luck with the women was the same.  He had a tendency toward anger and violence. ...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Untold Tales Of Horror, Now Told</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 30 Jul 2022 16:00:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Devilish dolls, haunted houses, ghoulish ghosts, freaky frights, dreadful demons, bloodsucking bats, peculiar pumpkins, bizarre bridges, fiendish phantoms, atrocious apparitions, maleficent monsters, wicked witches, and all things that go bump in the night!  Welcome to Untold Tales Of Horror Now Told.  I am your host,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Spectacles</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Jul 2022 16:00:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Edward MacAllister enjoyed reading.  He was avid about it.  He was a borderline bibliophile.  He read books, newspapers and magazines.  Ever since he was a child he read.  He could not remember a time when he could not read, nor could he remember who taught...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Intervention</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Jul 2022 16:00:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Bo woke to something wet dragging across his face. It took him a moment to realize where he was. “Duke, cut it out!” he mumbled, trying to shield himself from his dog’s slurpy affection. His muscles screamed in protest. “Pee on him, Duke,” his Mam-maw...]]></description>
		
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		<title>shopNshare.com</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Jul 2022 16:00:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter 1. Ronny *ring ring ring* BILLIE: Welcome to ‘shopNshare’, this is Billie speaking, how may I be of assistance? RONNY: Yeah, uh, the microwave I got from you guys is broken. I want a refund. BILLIE: Alright sir, can I please have your customer...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Day the Devil Stole a Soul</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Jul 2022 16:00:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[1 “Dump the fuckin’ tiles out on the table, boy.” Billy John Cader said gruffly to his son of only fourteen years old who sat shaking in the chair with fear. Billy Jay had just celebrated, if that’s what it could be called, his birthday...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Croaked</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Jul 2022 16:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[1 Olive woke up suddenly from her usual restless sleep. At nearly 65, she was now accustomed to never sleeping very soundly. After all, she knew they were out there—all slimy with stinking skin drowning in their own warts. Warts that would easily pass on...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Last Bride</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Jul 2022 16:00:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part One: The Wallachian Csejte Castle, Hungary, 25 May 1605 Blood dripped from the Wallachian’s blade like macabre gemstones of garnet and ruby shimmering in the sunlight. His preternatural hearing alerted him to the charge of a Hajduk raider from behind; he twirled, guiding his...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Girl in the Wall</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 17 Jul 2022 16:00:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Donnie, when are we gonna stop?  I’m tired, and I need to pee.”  Shannon and Donnie, her sometimes boyfriend, had been driving for hours.  They’d left Georgia for Arizona two days earlier and still had a ways to go.  The trip was more of a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>New Bones</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Jul 2022 16:00:57 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Ryan and Nicole Sullivan parked their SUV in front of the badly weathered Victorian house. They had purchased the old home sight unseen at a bank auction for pennies on the dollar. Unbeknownst to them, the price reflected the house’s curious history, but as successful...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Eater of Light</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Jul 2022 16:00:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Valan forest, Derbyshire 1984 I sat in the driver&#8217;s seat of my aging Ford Granada and listened to the rain pound relentlessly on the car&#8217;s metal roof, a sound I had always found strangely soothing. Once the torrent subsided, I looked outside to watch late...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Loyalty of a Dog</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Jul 2022 16:00:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There are very few absolutions I have in this life.  But leave it to me to ensure that I absolutely had three.  Firstly, there is no one on this planet who knows the workings of the St. Magisford national park as I do.  Woven through...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Wolfman of Willow Lane</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Jun 2022 16:00:22 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’m afraid of the moon.  Stupid as I know that sounds, I am, I’m afraid of the moon.  I’m afraid because of what it can do to people. “Lunacy,” “Lunatic,” both have two things in common.  They both mean insane or crazy, and they both...]]></description>
		
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		<title>We Made Plans for Friday the 13th</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Jun 2022 16:00:21 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“That can’t be what I think it is,” I said out loud to myself. My friends and I had decided to get together at my place for some good old-fashioned fun.  Our version of such includes competing in college drinking games.  I’ll tell you right...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Vermin’s Nest</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 26 Jun 2022 16:00:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I can hear them right now.  Scuttling and scampering about.  I can hear them whispering, debating on who’ll get the first bite.  On which parts of me they’ll want to eat first. I can hear them from under me, under my bed.  The floor and...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Mediterranean Encounter</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Jun 2022 16:00:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Before we get into things here, let me ask you a question.  What would you say if you were told by a close friend of yours that you’ve known all your life that they encountered something strange in the ocean while on a cruise?  Would...]]></description>
		
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		<title>What Shelia Wants</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Jun 2022 16:00:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I just wanted to make her happy, that’s all.  I just wanted to make her happy with me again. Was that so wrong?  I mean, what’d I do to deserve this? Okay, so maybe I cheated.  But I felt horrible for it and wanted to...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Pig’s Life</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Jun 2022 16:00:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[From the Desk of Independent Journalist and Researcher James Thurwell: Recently, what could be termed a medical miracle was performed, in which scientists were able to revive tissue that suffered cellular death using a system known as OrganEx.  This process was able to take organs...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Death by Misadventure</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Jun 2022 16:00:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Raw vulgarities and unspeakable explicatives in a seemingly everlasting anguish, embedded like a cancer in his soul.  Every unforgiven man has lacked forgiveness and thus has brought the pestilence to his own door.  In order for one to be forgiven, one must find it in...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Huggin’ Molly</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Jun 2022 16:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Abraham had concluded his business in Abbeville. He had slept extemporaneously since he had arrived, but he was anxious to see home.  Home was several miles out of town, but it would be an easy walk. Abraham walked everywhere.  Transportation for him had been a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>If Animals Could Talk</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Jun 2022 16:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When we moved into the house, we called it our home.  We were clueless as to what forces were living with us. It became apparent rather quickly we were not alone.  All of the events I am sharing, I do with reluctance.  I am not...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Cozy Murder Guild</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 May 2022 16:00:38 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter 1 “First of all, Ms. Fitzhugh, I want to thank you for doing this interview for my ‘Between the Covers’ podcast.” “Please call me Vivian, dear. Ms. Fitzhugh sounds so stuffy!” Randall laughed and took a sip of his tea, “Of course. Vivian it...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Omega Forest</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 May 2022 16:00:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Ye needn’t think the only folks is the folks hereabouts.” — H.P. Lovecraft, The Dunwich Horror “Even in this world, more things exist without our knowledge than that with. And the order in creation which you see is that which you have put there.” —...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Something Made My Brother Different</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 21 May 2022 16:00:35 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter 1 I pulled up my shirt to study my back in the mirror. It stung. I couldn’t believe Wade could do this to me. If I’d held questions if this was only a game or real—I now knew as the pain and fear ripped...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Kevin the Undead</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 19 May 2022 16:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter 1 Kevin’s stomach rumbled loudly as he sat staring at the bank of black and white monitors in front of him. “Dude… You hungry?” He slowly turned to his coworker and replied. “Yes, Lucas. I am hungry. What could have possibly given you the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Pipe Bridge</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 May 2022 16:00:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter 1 The thumping inside my chest pounded in a rapid cadence, not skipping a beat. I swear it felt harder and deeper with every slide of my knee drug across the rough and aging concrete encasement. Both sides of the ledge were separated by...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Persistence of the Flesh</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 14 May 2022 16:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I met her on the Internet. Same way so many people do these days. Sitting at the computer in my dad’s one-bedroom on a Friday night. He was snoring away in the other room, so I knew he’d taken his pills. He slept like a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Party On</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 08 May 2022 16:00:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[We sat stoned out of our minds.  Dewey was seeing the ghosts of ancestors.  He wasn’t sure if they were actually his ancestors or not, but he was wild-eyed and making cooing sounds like a dove.  He was no dove, but he was tall and...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Shenandoah</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 30 Apr 2022 16:00:49 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“There must be a God.” I have never been a religious man, yet this, I found scrawled on the top line, several pages in my legal pad. It just appeared &#8211; following nine blank pages. The broken parable is in my handwriting, but to be...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Charlotte and the Harlot</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Apr 2022 16:00:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Tobey glanced around the bar with a drunken agenda clearly reading across his unshaven face.  At this time in the morning, only a few regulars were left in the Painted Quarry Saloon and none of them sober enough to care what burly Tobey had on...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The One In The Mist</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Apr 2022 16:00:58 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Have you ever woken up from a dead sleep in the middle of the night with a crushing obligation sitting on your chest like a bull elephant?  No?  Me neither.  My sleep is never clouded with vivid dreams or horrific nightmares.  To me, it is...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Prince</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 25 Apr 2022 16:00:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I light another cigarette.  My lips, pursed upon the filter, draw the tobacco to ignite as my lungs crowd with smoke.  I had quit the habit some ten years prior due to health provocation, which may explain why I choked and wheezed through the first...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Trust</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Apr 2022 16:00:34 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Trust me,” Cameron said, smiling at his wife, Diana. She looked back at him no less worried, but he continued to lead her to the basement door. Diana hit the brakes and shook her head, her fingers slipping out of his. Cameron sighed. He looked...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Desolation at Sentinel Peak</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Apr 2022 16:00:47 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Our plane cropped over the horizon, the endless woods meandering and covering every inch of land for miles around the forested area, effectively isolating it from the rest of the earth by mountains on almost all sides.  Within the bowl-shaped valley of greenery, it was...]]></description>
		
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		<title>What Belief Can and Cannot Do</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 10 Apr 2022 16:00:35 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The inside of this tent felt like the inside of Carrie’s heart: cold, empty, a place once full of people now deserted. Outside the purple tent she could hear the excited carnival-goers, the BB guns popping balloons, bells dinging whether or not someone lost or...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Clinical</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Apr 2022 16:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[After lunch, I go back to my living quarters and draw a triangle.  Between each corner of the triangle, I write our names out. I am at the top of the triangle.  On the bottom two corners, I write Rosie and Kenneth. Rosie and Kenneth...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Bullet</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 06 Apr 2022 16:00:45 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Shorty Small, a man neither short nor small, sat with his back against a wall in a dingy bar several blocks off Bourbon Street. He concentrated on the front door and sipped on a half-consumed bottle of Nola Blonde Ale. The din of Mardi Gras...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Howl in the Wind</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Apr 2022 16:00:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Henri Greyson heard a mournful howl of wind when he stopped to catch his breath. After a harrowing dash through the forest, he rested his hand against an old oak’s trunk for support. Looking up, bare limbs swayed in the cold fall gusts. Moisture-laden clouds...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Waking up With Jane</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Mar 2022 16:00:48 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter One: Just an Illusion How in the hell did I get here? Oh yeah, I was with Sara Painter, my secretary and her sexy body got me here. Looks like the same ceiling in the same place we always come to. I always look...]]></description>
		
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		<title>It Sounds Like a Baby Crying</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Mar 2022 16:00:56 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Last month, I started my first solo hike on the Appalachian Trail.  Growing up, I’d hiked a lot with my Dad, but it was never more than a half-day before we broke off into some activity or went home.  But for the last few years,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Trail Magic</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Mar 2022 16:00:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’ve received copies of the recent writings and recordings of Matthew Calder.  I say “copies” because the originals are still in police custody in connection with several ongoing investigations.  The writing is presented as is—I literally copied and pasted from the original documents, so aside...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Waken Farm</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Mar 2022 16:00:23 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I met the old man at a Bojangles restaurant. I was about sixteen at the time and had just dropped out of high school with my parents’ blessing.  It wasn’t the sort of place where you’d learn much of anything.  Aside from how to take...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Those Wise Eyes</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Mar 2022 16:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Look out for their eyes, Mom. That’s the first thing you’ll see.” Standing in the middle of a forest in the dead of a winter’s night was usually not my preferred method to wind the day down. With the canopy of branches overhead, the only...]]></description>
		
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		<title>It Came From the Forest</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Mar 2022 16:00:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“The world is full of monsters with friendly faces” — Heather Brewer It’s been almost thirty-five years since Danny’s gruesome murder, and the killer has still not been caught. Some say that they never will be. Like many unexplained deaths in the area, Danny’s untimely...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Rain of Fire</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Mar 2022 17:00:57 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Randy’s eyes darted from the television news broadcast to the actual horror happening outside his window.  The voice of the newscaster said, “Major cities all around the globe,” as Randy watched flaming rocks rain from the sky.  Before his eyes, they pounded cars into nothing...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Last Train to Clarksville</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Mar 2022 17:00:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Suitcase in hand, you head to the station. There is no way in hell that you are going to forgive that lying, cheating bastard ever again. He can’t be trusted anymore, and you know it. You know his lies about working late nights. The smell...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Pale Man in the Trees</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Mar 2022 17:00:17 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I I have never been a superstitious man, and can honestly say that I do not believe in vampires, ghouls, demons, or anything else that those youngsters with their vivid imaginations and smartphones like to dream up. But there is one thing that happened a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>It&#8217;s Out There</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Mar 2022 17:00:38 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Dave pulled up in front of his friend Ryan’s trailer. He was glad for Ryan when he got land and got out of the trailer park but now that he had to drive out here in the dark after a cryptic text message, he decided...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Light</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Mar 2022 17:00:36 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Stars, hide your fires! Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand!  yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. — Shakespeare, Macbeth When I promised my, shall I say, partners (who...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Locked In</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Feb 2022 17:00:53 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Ted pulled his car off the paved road and onto the gravel driveway where his worn tires grumbled. “Yeah, I get the feeling.” It had been a long sales day for them both.  When Ted had started selling water purifiers, everyone was in a panic...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The House, the Frozen Tomb</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Feb 2022 17:00:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“The warmth is completely gone now, she took it all away…she’s behind me…she’s angry with me. Ice…everywhere…I have my gun.  Can’t let her…ice everywhere…so…cold…” Those were my brother, Christopher’s last words; hastily scrawled on the last page of his fiancee, Darla’s personal journal that was...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Like a Moth</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Feb 2022 17:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Danny was always afraid of the dark. The kind of kid who&#8217;d slept with a nightlight until he was way too old. One who’d never dare to step out of his room if the hallway light was off. I remember our first sleepover, when tucked...]]></description>
		
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		<title>I Stole My Stories</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Feb 2022 17:00:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My name is Andrew Thames, and I am nothing more than a slimy thief. I used to call myself a writer. I can’t say I ever wrote anything worth it. Despite years and years of work, pouring over my laptop, sending submission after submission, I...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Where is Captain Rook?</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Feb 2022 17:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“He is dead, Senhor,” Paulo told him. Mr. Jameson, a portly man, sat back in his chair, making a long, low squeaking sound as he did. He was a businessman.  His head was large and bald from too much thought, and his body was a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Home</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 06 Feb 2022 17:00:35 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Her first coherent thought for today; how surprisingly pleasant. She was entombed between impossibly white walls in a haven of filth, cold to the touch of her cheek should she choose to rest against them, sending a chill rushing through her flesh and deep into...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Fishing with Clouds and Teeth</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Feb 2022 17:00:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It began with a smell of thunder. The night had settled into the empty spaces of the house as Malcolm made his way through to the living room, turning on lights as he went.  He dropped into his armchair and opened his laptop to read...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Failed Study of Nature&#8217;s Mother</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Feb 2022 17:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Entry One To encourage the patients to keep up on their journals, Dr. Bryant has encouraged the rest of the staff assigned to this ward to keep a journal as well openly. It’s not too much of a trial, and if it’ll encourage these patients...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Conversing With My Reflection</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 31 Jan 2022 17:00:38 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter 1 I pulled the door open and stepped inside Dutch’s Tavern, it seemed familiar, but I paused at the entry until carefully glancing over the bar’s interior. My eyes scoured the inside from the left side of the door completely around to the right...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Illusionist</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Jan 2022 17:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The Act The large metal plate was secured with long threaded bolts into the enclosure. These were applied and tightened down by two skimpily clad, dark-haired assistants, or vassals as they were called, and appeared to also be identical twins. The cage looked to be...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Drowning Pond</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Jan 2022 17:00:35 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter One Tanner Lee Palper, or Tilper as people had called him even before he could remember, sat on the old rustic bench he’d put by the pond years ago. His pole sat leaning against the limb that jutted towards him from the water. It...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Reclamation</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Jan 2022 17:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter One Dried, dead leaves crunched underneath the rhythmic footfalls of the trio. Mrs. Kendal took in a haggard breath, clearly struggling to keep a steady pace. Mandy watched the elderly mark, noting she had a death grip on her son, Trevor, as they wound...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Unsettled Sea</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 25 Jan 2022 17:00:17 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The lantern on my desk flickered and then went out, drenching the cabin in a tar-like darkness.  I cursed quietly to myself.  It seemed only the day before that I had filled the lamp, and I’d been ashore since.  Carefully I placed my quill into...]]></description>
		
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		<title>No Tears for Sara</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 24 Jan 2022 17:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chicago, Il. Shorty Small, a man neither short nor small, took a final drag on his cigarette. Without diverting his gaze, he flicked the butt to his right. Glowing flakes of tobacco scattered as the dying cigarette struck the neighboring building’s brick wall. The sparks...]]></description>
		
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		<title>It’s About Time</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 23 Jan 2022 17:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Day One: October 2069 The week started out like most, sitting at my desk in a cubicle, sipping coffee and attempting to concentrate despite the constant din of other federal investigators in their adjacent spaces speaking loudly on their phones. My name is Ryan Powers....]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Year and a Day in Priorville</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Jan 2022 17:00:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I suppose there are people in the world that are worse than Pastor Murdoch Prior. But Prior really was a bastard. Even before everything that happened, he was a bastard. My memories before Priorville are hazy with only bits and pieces sticking out, but granted,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Circumpolar</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Jan 2022 17:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[With her sledge held under one arm Cassandra battled her way up the slope. Halfway up she paused to rest against the frost-crept trunk of a crooked birch and stood listening to her torn breathing, the soundless hush of the fields below filling up with...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Teeths</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Dec 2021 17:00:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Mystery is manifold.  Nothing proved that more than examining Josh Black.  He seemed ordinary, but he most definitely was not. With glasses, Three Stooges Moe haircut, neighbor-hand-me-down jeans shorts, tennis shoes with more holes than shoe, and freckles like his face was splattered with blood,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Heaven and Hell</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 26 Dec 2021 17:00:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Tatum had grown generous to a fault, giving away most of his fruit and vegetables to his neighbors and friends.  He thought it was a way to get more acquainted with all of them. Still, Tatum’s neighbors, up and down the street, remained standoffish, keeping...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Stealing Love</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 25 Dec 2021 17:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Young Charley Tillman was a mouse in a trap.  He thought the trap was a practical joke that he was playing on himself. It felt unreal the way he kept track of time.  He’d been reduced to measuring the levels of darkness in spoonfuls as...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Earwig</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Dec 2021 17:00:57 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Dr. Benjamin B. Forsythe was an odd scoop of orange sherbet, a cold, pasty, dour sort.  His whole life had been a matter of melting into something or nothing.  He’d become a successful psychiatrist over his long career.  Dr. Benjamin’s office was in St. Louis,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Fifth Floor</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Dec 2021 17:00:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My job usually isn’t all that interesting, and that’s the way I like it.  I’ve done my time in the workforce.  A lot of people my age are retired by now, but I never really had money to step out of the working world.  My...]]></description>
		
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		<title>I Put a Camera on My Cat</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Dec 2021 17:00:38 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Ever since my wife Adalyn disappeared, it’s been just Charlie and me all alone.  I don’t mind it.  I’ve never much cared for company.  If I’d wanted visitors, I wouldn’t have tried to get as far away from civilization as I could now, would I? ...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Beware-of-Santa&#8217;s-Elves</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Dec 2021 17:00:23 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Her shoes were too tight. The coat was too itchy. And by god, if Zoe heard ‘All I Want For Christmas is You’ one more time, she’d go postal on everyone here. That would be a memorable visit to the mall’s North Pole- seeing one...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Autobiography of a Doll</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Dec 2021 17:00:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My first memory is of loneliness. Sitting forgotten on a shelf, detached from the world. Unloved and abandoned. I suppose it was sometime around 1934, although I couldn’t recall the exact day. Like anything else in this world, I don’t recall the start of my...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Winter Babysitter</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Dec 2021 17:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Well, let’s get one thing out on the table, right at the start.  I recognize that this explanation here is likely going to be fairly difficult for you all to believe, and the last thing I want to do is make this even harder to...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Season to Dismember</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Nov 2021 17:00:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Christmas has always been my favorite time of year. For me, it has never been about the money spent, no, it’s about the love and joy you share with those around you. It&#8217;s about charity and goodwill towards mankind, as the saying goes. Nothing is...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Wholesome Henry&#8217;s Holiday Hijinks</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Nov 2021 17:00:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Do you believe in miracles? It’s Christmas, and this is the time of year folks invest in miracles. They hold out for them. Something like an annual Jubilee. No matter how bad the year, they hope that everything will somehow snap together and be made...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Seasonal Help</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Nov 2021 17:00:49 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Trevor walked in his front door with a sigh. He shut the door like it weighed a ton and put the chain lock in place. In truth, it was life that weighed on him, exhausted him so. Working retail during the holiday season felt like...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Voyagers</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Nov 2021 17:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[He felt old and tired.  That was all he knew about himself.  He rose from his bed and washed his face while he waited for his mind to focus.  There was a gentle shifting of the floor beneath him.  “Am I on a ship?” the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Welcome Home</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Nov 2021 16:00:36 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[They were gone.  The call left me stunned, sick to my stomach.  How did people go missing in today’s world?  How did two perfectly capable adults vanish off the face of the earth in a place where everyone knew everything about the folks who lived...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Anomaly</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 31 Oct 2021 16:00:56 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“The first reported incident was an alleged homicide in which a man killed five people in the master bedroom, dissected them in a meticulous fashion and vanished with the lungs, vocal chords, and epiglottis of all five of the five victims.  The killer, a man...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Journey</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Oct 2021 16:00:57 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter 1: Costly Mistakes Saturday, December 27th – 5:45 a.m. – Rural Arkansas Confusion swirled inside his mind while trying to open his eyes. The lids were stuck. Did he drink too much after work? Take a tumble down the front steps? He didn’t remember...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Fast Cars</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 23 Oct 2021 16:00:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[She woke up again snared in a familiar nightmare.  The horrific content had always been the same, yet different somehow.  Gabby was fastened to this thick leather leash.  The leash was attached to a silvery spiked collar.  She’d been a shadowy tiger, a bear, even...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Red Rabbits</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Oct 2021 16:00:40 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part dream, part high, it was 4:30 A.M., again, that meant I’d been away from Jack Daniels and an iffy consciousness for a couple of hours.  R.E.M. sleep and I don’t get along. He’d been standing there, the hare, or rabbit, for some time, I’d...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Chinese Finger Trap</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Oct 2021 16:00:23 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The Tawny Finger Trap: The Cat Never run away from an apex predator; running can trigger an animal’s killer instincts. Terrible decisions consumed Akum’s thoughts.  Having a difficult childhood hadn’t made him needy, quite the opposite, in fact.  It had made him too strong. He...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Burn Barrel</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 20 Oct 2021 16:00:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There is thunder.  There is lightning.  Trent’s world ignites.  He’s flat on the ship’s deck, surrounded by an ocean of fire.  Rockets snap across the runway and explode–the horror.  He’s in hell.  Everything is burning. Trent gathers his thoughts as he pushes himself up from...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Dreamers and the Storms</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Oct 2021 16:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Mia and I escape across the plains, and behind us, the sons of the storm god follow on. We are lifetime residents of the North Island, New Zealand.  Now at the break of night, we run over its fields and up the hills towards the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Graveyard at the Edge of the Mist</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 17 Oct 2021 16:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Hey, what’s the difference between a graveyard and a cemetery?” “What?” Togs looks at me, irritated.  “You heard me, pal.  What’s the difference between a graveyard and a cemetery?” I grimace.  “I don’t know, Togs.  What is the difference between a graveyard and a cemetery?” ...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Voices Know</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Oct 2021 16:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’ve seen a lot of things these last few years working security for the Twin Valley Behavioral Center.  For all its fancy wording, it is a long-term mental-health facility.  It’s not maximum security or anything, but we still get our fair share of crazy moments...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Monster in Me Is the Monster in You</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Oct 2021 16:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I sat alone on the rocking chair I set up on the front porch of my new cabin the other day, just reflecting on life for a while. Ever do that? Just sit by yourself somewhere and think about all those little moments? It’s a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Fine Barmbrack</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Oct 2021 16:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Nicholas Grime looked at the window at the neighbor’s house, watching the twitching form dangling from the rope in the tree, the smiling figure holding the axe, and the bloodstained plastic sheet covering the front door. He sighed and looked at his own front yard,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Made of Clay</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Oct 2021 16:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I watched the back of their feet as we all walked into the woods together.  Trailing behind and looking down to watch my steps, I could see their shoes leading the way.  Three sets of different colors pressing the forest floor.  For some reason, despite...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Reruns</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Oct 2021 16:00:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Have you ever laid awake at night, staring at the ceiling wondering what your life would be like if you had made different decisions?  If you had gone left instead of right, if you had said no instead of yes.  Do you wonder how big...]]></description>
		
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		<title>I Said It With Flowers</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 03 Oct 2021 16:00:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There’s this little flower shop on the way home from the office.  At least, I thought it was a flower shop.  The sign on the window says, “Granny’s Yarbs and Apothecary.”  I wasn’t sure what to make of a name like that, but since the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>My Mother&#8217;s Burnt Offerings</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Oct 2021 16:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Mom always loved Jesus more than she loved me.  She told me so herself, over and over again, when I was growing up.  Every morning she would say to me, “Jimmy, you’re my only child, and I love you more than I love myself.  But...]]></description>
		
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		<title>That New Subscription Meal Box Really Sucked</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Oct 2021 16:00:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My culinary misadventures into inadvertently assisting in the summoning of what I can only assume is a demon began innocently enough.  It all started just over a year ago with one of those meal box subscriptions. Learning to cook for myself after Mama died wasn’t...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Invisible</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Sep 2021 16:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I stay up later than most people, so I was still awake and playing computer games when the crash happened.  Tires screeched before I heard a tremendous crunching of metal.  I thought it was just a simple car accident outside until an emerald spray of...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Jungle</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 26 Sep 2021 16:00:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I drink, not because I like alcohol, but because I’ve recently seen the horrifying underbelly of the world, and I can’t go back to blissful ignorance in any other way than through the bottom of a bottle.  I can’t sleep, either, so I’m writing this...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Family Roots</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Sep 2021 16:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Grandpa Cobalt hated letting things go. Whether it was the wobbly chair he kept in his study or his favorite warped record he fed to the gramophone—looping the same groove over and over. He was a tall man with a frosty thin hairline and a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Instructions on How to Become a Clown</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Sep 2021 16:00:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Found this journal in an old storage locker I had taken possession of.  It’s dated in the summer of 1985, and the pages are curled, smelling faintly of popcorn.  As for the contents…well, go ahead and start reading. June 1 Infiltrating Funtasia’s Dreamscape Circus was...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Red Fish</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Sep 2021 16:00:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Pirarucu. The Brazilian name for “the red fish,” known among scientific circles as the arapaima. If you’ve never heard of “the red fish” before now, then prepare yourself, because you won’t be forgetting it anytime soon. Imagine a living torpedo, pushing ten feet and five...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Derrick&#8217;s Destiny</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 11 Sep 2021 16:00:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Ford Street Bridge &#8211; Minneapolis, Minnesota  Wednesday, September 10, 2021 &#8211; 11:55 p.m. EST Willis, hurry your ass up! Can’t you hear all those popping off like Fourth of July fireworks, and the sky’s a funky-ass green. Ronny told us all to leave over two...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Clyde’s World</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 09 Sep 2021 16:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter 1: Clyde and Rachel “Clyde, won’t you please come to bed with me—it’s late, honey.” My eyes ached from the strain of staring into the screen for hour after hour. The screen though—is my vehicle. My vehicle to the world I’d been creating and...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Hell’s Menagerie</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Sep 2021 16:00:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[You probably think you’ve heard every scary “we went on vacation to a cabin” story ever told, but I promise you, you’ve never heard anything like what happened to my wife and me.  There were no ghosts, no demons, no madmen stalking us through the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Bat House</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Aug 2021 16:00:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[He turned away from the group and went quickly down the road and on into the woods. A voice called Bradley behind him, but he paid it no heed. He began to move faster and faster until he was almost running full-tilt through the trees,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Inscrutable Darius Hobbs</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Aug 2021 16:00:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I cannot deny that my chosen profession is one of great fascination and—truth be told—amusement for myself.  I am sure the same does not always hold true for the clients I serve, but that is of no consequence of concern for yours truly.  I am...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Faith Molecule</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 09 Aug 2021 16:00:07 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Dr. Annelise Fowler,” “Annie, no one calls me Annelise.” “Alright then, Annie.” “You can call me Dr. Fowler.” Agent Romero slips a cigarette out of his pack, “You mind if I smoke, Doctor? Would you like one?” “I would mind, and no, I would not...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Angel</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Aug 2021 16:00:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Who else could’ve asked for a more perfect Christmas morning? The skies not quite dark yet not quite bright, snowflakes gently pelting against the windows, the fireplace giving a warm, comforting glow, and the tree itself sparkling with glitter and multi-colored lights (in this case,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>In the Neighborhood</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Aug 2021 16:00:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Aggie circled the address and folded up the paper. It had taken almost seven years for the Pittsburgh Observer to return listing real estate in their Saturday edition. Luckily with the recession having decreased enough to beckon a mini housing boom back to the Pittsburgh...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Fae House</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Aug 2021 16:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My great aunt Mildred absolutely adored yard sales. That woman could haggle a tortoise from its shell. I tagged along a lot because she kept me while my parents were at work. She&#8217;d let me pick random junk, and she was an expert haggler when...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Beyond the Pale</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Aug 2021 16:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My grandfather would tell me stories when I was young about the time before when the world was large and the mists had yet to come. He would tell me about animals that were larger than humans and buildings that stretched into the sky. There...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Ten-Twenty</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Jul 2021 16:00:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Breaker one-nine, breaker one-nine.”  BOOLEEP. Nothing. “Breaker one-nine.  Anyone copy?”  BOOLEEP. Glen took a swipe at my hand as I attempted to key up the base station radio mic once more. “Give it up,”  he belched.  “You lost another one, man.”  He crumpled his empty...]]></description>
		
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		<title>I Love You, Mary Grace</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Jul 2021 16:00:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There was roadkill all up and down the highway this morning. It is nine AM and sunlight is sifting through the treetops. The lake is still and black and crawling with bugs. Thin grass grows beside it, tamped down by the boots of men I’ve...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Not What You Bargained For</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Jul 2021 16:00:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Wendel pulled at the vines, damp with dew, that were in his way.  He had been trudging through the trees since sundown.  The air held a dampness and a chill, but he still sweated with the exertion of making this journey.  It was not something...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Touch of the Witch</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Jul 2021 16:00:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Henry stepped towards the witch, torch blazing in his hand.  He smiled at the sight of her being tied to the stake.  They were wrapping her in iron chains this time.  She wouldn’t be escaping, not again.  No one else’s family would die by her...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Reach</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 17 Jul 2021 16:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Dan stepped towards the water’s edge with a smile and a stretch.  “It really is beautiful out here.  Thanks for inviting me.” “Don’t,”  David said, grabbing his arm. Dan looked down at the arm on his, then up to the man it belonged to, meeting...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Scars</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Jul 2021 16:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.creepypastastories.com/?p=6628</guid>

					<description><![CDATA[I don’t go into the woods.  There are things in there, things that drive my anxiety through the roof at the mere thought of coming close to them.  A casual hiker may not notice them, lying low and deep within the surrounding foliage.  On a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Do You Love Her?</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Jul 2021 16:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’m on the lookout for a new job, but I think it’s time that I got a job that has nothing at all to do with IT.  I mean nothing.  No computers.  No keyboards, mice, motherboards, wired networks, wireless networks.  Definitely no PEBKAC (look it...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Full Moon Flights</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Jul 2021 16:00:13 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Last year BloodyDisgusting gave it 4 out of 5 screams. Fangoria Magazine touted it as “the most original haunted house concept on the market.” But you shouldn’t believe the reviews.  No, really; don’t. Full Moon Flights is not what it seems. According to the brochure,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>To Pass Us By</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Jul 2021 16:00:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Hey, Derek!  Come here!  Plissken’s got a new video!” From his cubicle, Sean Bannister watched as Derek rolled his chair down the aisle to Jacob’s desk, and even though the day was late, most of the senior staff had gone home, and there wasn’t a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Lighthouse Project</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Jul 2021 16:00:47 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In early April of 2016, a study was conducted on the psychological effects of solitary confinement under the influence of lights.  The following is an account of that study.  For privacy and at the request of individuals involved, names and identifying details have been omitted...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Angels Burned (Part 2)</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Jun 2021 16:00:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[THIS IS THE SECOND PART OF A TWO-PART STORY. FOR THE FIRST PART OF THIS STORY, CLICK HERE.  It was gearing up to be a long night. The place was packed two-deep with thirsty patrons, and our barback was nowhere in sight.  I wouldn’t know...]]></description>
		
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		<title>I Dreamed Crusades</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Jun 2021 16:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Tell me how it ends.” Again, the demand. Into the cherished sanctuary of her small ivy-covered cottage had come this monstrous trio, breaking through the door — locks and laws be damned! — clad in costumes of pantyhose masks and black outfits, bringing mean eyes,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Rules – Instructions on How to Succeed at Cat Sitting</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Jun 2021 16:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My friend Josh was my polar opposite.  He was a young, successful entrepreneur and, frankly said, filthy rich. On the other hand, I was a perpetual failure who lived in a small one-room apartment, always looking to make it to the end of the month....]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Bizarrie of Monsieur Delancey</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Jun 2021 16:00:22 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Do you ever wonder why children see the world so differently?  Why can they be so enchanted by the simplest and most mundane of things? I never bothered with things like this.  Childhood was a thing of the past, and all its incredible sights had...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Salvage</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Jun 2021 16:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Atlas, scan Paradise Station and give me a radio lock. Prepare for broadcast.”  The ship’s computer acknowledged my command with a couple blinks of light and then chirped when the com opened up. “Paradise, this is the captain of the heavy cruiser, Atlas.  We currently...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Valley Collection</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Jun 2021 16:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I was twenty the first time I entered the Valley of Shadows.  It is a place that ruins what it touches.  Madness, desolation, violence, mayhem, they’re not words of description, but words of definition.  These are not the things which describe the valley.  They are...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Section 3</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Jun 2021 16:00:34 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Kraken class meteor miners were top of the line one hundred and twenty years ago when they were first launched into space.  The tech was good enough that all of them were still in service.  They’d had upgrades over the years and all of the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Media Darlings</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Jun 2021 16:00:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The man found himself in complete darkness, but that’s not what concerned him.  He wasn’t alone in the darkness either, but that was also of no concern to him.  The others were captives, like himself, presumably bound with silk cords to a bolted-down chair, like...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Book of Emrys</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Jun 2021 16:00:45 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The Somber Starlight Roadhouse didn’t seem like a creepy motel when I pulled into it.  Quite the contrary, in fact.  I thought it was nice, or at least, far from the worst place I had ever stayed in. It had an adjacent gas station &#38;...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Were-Witch of the Howling Woods</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Jun 2021 16:00:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[After several days and hundreds of miles of traveling by stagecoach, Thorogood had finally arrived at his long-dreaded destination of Fogs Dwelling.  It was a drab, inauspicious little frontier town built upon the very edges of the Howling Woods, a fabled old-growth forest that had...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Amphipoda</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 29 May 2021 16:00:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The world was small, like a tiny blue and white marble whirling on a sheet of black glass. Peppering it like glitter were thousands of stars.  Lunar Module Pilot Marcus Windthrope witnessed it all from the exterior of the International Space station.  Sweat beaded his...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Cracked and Broken</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 27 May 2021 16:00:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Hey, you’ve reached Aaron and Katie. We aren’t home right now but leave us a message, and we will get back to you! Thanks!” “Katie, this is your mother. You didn’t call last night and missed lunch with us today. I am getting very worried....]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Eyes of an Artist</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 26 May 2021 16:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My name is Daniel Burgess. I’m the photography coordinator for a public relations and marketing agency in Chicago. At least, that’s what it says on my business card. I’m not so sure what I am, anymore. Just before dawn, I dragged myself out of my...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Thetic Anti</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 24 May 2021 16:00:47 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Ugh, my head. I know bad hangovers. I know hangovers so bad, no cold shower or energy drink can fix them. I know what taking a punch feels like. I was seventeen when my coach thought me ready to step into the ring. Half an...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Shortcut</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 21 May 2021 18:00:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“And I looked, and beheld a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him.” – Book of Revelation 6:8 “Alert: traffic ahead.  Estimated travel time has increased by 15 minutes.” Simon sighed and drummed his fingers on...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Man Who Ate Ghosts</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 19 May 2021 16:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The days all started with the briefing room—a wall-to-wall palette of aged pastels and stark, hospital grayness. In the center of our little room, an oval-shaped table dominated the space with every seat filled with a tired nurse. From one of the windows, a bar...]]></description>
		
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		<title>When Hell Comes Knocking</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 09 May 2021 16:00:18 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I moved to a new town about a year ago.  I was offered a job and was at a point in my life where I felt restless and eager all at once.  A new job in a new town was exactly what I had been...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Black Bone Tree</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 May 2021 16:00:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.creepypastastories.com/?p=6117</guid>

					<description><![CDATA[Two days ago, I drove up to northern Vermont to do a little hiking.  I needed to get away from it all: my job, social responsibilities, the world.  I didn’t want to have to talk to anyone all weekend, so I picked a ten-mile trail...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Anima Project</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 05 May 2021 16:00:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.creepypastastories.com/?p=6153</guid>

					<description><![CDATA[I awake in the darkness, and where I might have otherwise thought myself blind, there is a thin shaft of light piercing the solid curtain of black around me. The light is reflected through a rounded patch of glass above my head, matched with the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Some Day, I Will Find It</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Apr 2021 18:00:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.creepypastastories.com/?p=6015</guid>

					<description><![CDATA[“What shall I love if not the enigma?” ―Giorgio de Chirico Part One The yellowed scrap might once have been printer paper, the cheap kind you pay five dollars for in some overly bright big-box palace of soulless depravity. I halted, stooped, and plucked it...]]></description>
		
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		<title>My Father Survived the Chair of Truth</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Apr 2021 16:00:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.creepypastastories.com/?p=5846</guid>

					<description><![CDATA[I was the only one home when my father called me in for his deathbed confession. He wasn’t very old in the grand scheme of things, only fifty-eight, but after a violent mugging that took place about twenty years ago, his physical health hadn’t always...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Case Study</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Apr 2021 16:00:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Tarmac turns to dirt, and the van bounces across uneven ground, causing my pen to roll off the passenger seat and the hanging cross to swing violently from side to side. There he is, walking straight towards me, about a hundred yards head, swaying his...]]></description>
		
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		<title>To Let</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Apr 2021 16:00:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I should have taken more notice of the graffiti when I arrived at the Highbrooks. But the sad fact is that the strange scribblings on the complex were the least of my worries here. Traveling alone is never something I would recommend when you are...]]></description>
		
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		<title>I Haunted a Cult That Sacrificed Me</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Apr 2021 16:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I was 17 when I died.  Okay, I’m lying.  I was 46.  But I was 17 at heart.  I was living like I was 17.  I was still at home with my mother, still living in my room that I had since I was born...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Scarecrow’s Mausoleum</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Apr 2021 16:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Gabriel Larson walked up to Colby Pittman on the playground at recess and kicked him square in the nuts.  The heavyset, bug-eyed redhead crumpled to the ground.  Then Gabriel kicked him in the stomach with the force of a raging bull.  Nobody stopped him.  Everyone...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Storm of Tears</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Apr 2021 16:00:22 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[First, Grant Bateman found out that he had lost his job.  He showed up to work and was told to clear out his desk. When he got home, he found his wife in a flurry of activity that looked a lot like packing her things. ...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Most Unfortunate Place on Earth</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Mar 2021 18:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Death by electrocution or hanging?” Ethan asks Garret killing time as we wait in line for the newest ride at the amusement park. “Boys…seriously. We are in the happiest place on earth, can’t you find something better to discuss?” I glance over at my husband...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Joker’s Wilde</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Mar 2021 16:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[If anyone ever asked me to name the best three people I know, Russell Allison would be the first name out of my mouth.  We’ve been friends since high school, and in the twenty years since, I’ve never had any reason to doubt his honesty,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The House Without Doors</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Mar 2021 16:00:53 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When I was thirteen, I abandoned my best friend. It wasn’t intentional, not really.  I’d been the one that had been sure of what we had to do—telling our parents, convincing them to tell the police, and promising Virginia what no matter what, when it...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Night Terror Tango</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 21 Mar 2021 16:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[He makes the walk from living room to bedroom as if approaching the scene of an accident, as loath to see what waits in the bed as he’d be to discover a mangled body in a smoking vehicle.  The bulges in the sheets are abstract...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Memory, Reborn</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 20 Mar 2021 16:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When I drive, pell-mell, to the hospital for the birth of our first child, I never expect we’ll be leaving without the baby.  I certainly never anticipate making the trip home with a doll buckled into the infant carrier, all glass eyes and vinyl limbs. ...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Molecules That Bind Us</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Mar 2021 16:00:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[A layperson might have found it off-putting, but to Dr. Ian Wessner, the sound was comforting, nostalgic.  It was like something from a Star Wars movie; a combination of R2-D2 passing on some critical message and the Millennium Falcon readying for takeoff.  Even a regenerative...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Where the Deer Go to Die</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2021 17:00:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Fact: according to the Insurance Information Institute, there is a one in one hundred and sixteen chance that you, taking your car out for a drive, will crash into a deer.  Those odds increase drastically during the fall and winter months, during the white-tailed deer’s...]]></description>
		
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		<title>I Am Not a Saint</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Feb 2021 17:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’ve had an effect on people ever since I was a child. I can’t explain it and it’s driven me to the brink of insanity. I never asked or prayed for it. In fact, I don’t even know if I believe in God. But the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Rope</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Feb 2021 17:00:07 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I went camping a few weeks ago. I wanted to be alone after my recent break-up and thought some quiet time with nature would help clear my head. I picked a mountain at random in New Hampshire. I’m not going to tell you which one....]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Amazing Nicolas Hemlock</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Feb 2021 17:00:11 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Do you know what a mentalist is, by any chance? By definition, it’s someone with amazing observational skills who uses them to figure things out about people. Kind of like reading their mind. It doesn’t sound too interesting to watch, but you’d be surprised! My...]]></description>
		
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		<title>When the Pigs Scream</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2021 17:00:50 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’m used to late nights. My job means a lot to me, so obviously, I want to keep it and that means putting my all into it when things get busy. If that means I get home at 9 or 10, then that’s fine. Success...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Dark Shadows Rising</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Jan 2021 17:00:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Paul nearly jumped out of his skin when he realized that his little sister was standing right next to him. He was focused like a laser, writing the next horror short that the Dark Shadows Rising podcast was demanding. The closer the deadline loomed, the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Dark Winter</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 24 Jan 2021 17:00:18 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Look, Daddy! An airplane!” my son Sedrek pointed up at the sky at the brilliant metallic dot cutting a white line across the clear blue sky. This was something of a family tradition. When I saw airplanes as a little boy, I had to point...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Chasm</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 23 Jan 2021 17:00:21 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My name is Russell Green. At dawn on the morning of June 14 of this year I set off in a rented boat to a spot eleven miles north of Oymur on Russia’s Lake Baikal. My destination was informally called the Pit of Night. Three...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Man Who Returned</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Jan 2021 06:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[John Woodford in his first moments of returning consciousness was not aware that he was lying in his coffin. He had only a dull knowledge that he lay in utter darkness and that there was a close, heavy quality in the air he breathed. He...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Old Maggie’s Pool</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Jan 2021 17:00:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Not far from where we’re sitting now is a pool of water no bigger than the width of a car. It lies stagnant, the breeze never touching its surface, as it is surrounded on all sides by large grey rocks that jut nine or ten...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Ruins on the Loch</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 18 Jan 2021 17:00:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It was a favorite spot of mine. I would happily sit by the clear water and look out to the surrounding hills as the sun peeked out from behind them. Each summer had been bliss there, but by then that bliss had turned to terror....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Carson’s Folly</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Jan 2021 17:00:48 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Youth is forever entwined with adventure. The vast horizon speeds away from a young mind into infinity. A world to be discovered. Possibilities waiting to be made certainties. Out there, beyond. Not far from where we now sit, two teenagers propelled by that hunger for...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Fey Hollow</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Jan 2021 17:00:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I was but a boy when I first discovered the grove in the wood, or, perhaps, when it discovered me. I came across the path leading to it down from my grandparents’ house where I would often visit in the summer months, wild and free...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Legend of Ol’ Mother Cleaver</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Jan 2021 17:00:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[This is a true story. I know that’s cliché to say. In this day and age, claiming something incredible happened without video proof is a surefire way to make certain people won’t believe you. Everyone does it, though, especially in the realm of the scary...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Axe Murder Hollow</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jan 2021 17:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There was once a farmer who lived outside the city of Erie, Pennsylvania.  On a small hill overlooking his fields he built himself a little wooden house with thirteen steps leading up to it and a barn for his horse and tools.  He was a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Sounds</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 10 Jan 2021 17:00:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My name is Kenneth Vilma. December 17, 2010, marked the third day of my escape from Grovenor Penitentiary in Crystalis, Michigan, and my second day in the Wolf Paw State Forest with another convict, Ron Heil. We’d been on the run since paying off two...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Corruption of Hawkswood</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2021 17:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[If one were to drive southbound from the historic city of Durham, following the winding roads through the old pit villages, you would eventually come to a quiet road, shadowed by the presence of trees. Before long the road will widen to half-reveal a turning...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Magic Vs. Magick</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2020 17:00:17 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Three years ago, I was in a class of highly respected magicians.  Every sleight of the hand, trick of the lightning I have seen and replicated.  I once even won a large sum of money on one of those television programs as a runner up....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Porkrind Gulch</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2020 17:00:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The lore behind Porkrind Gulch is as old and dusty as the desert it sits in. A relic from the Old West, Porkrind Gulch’s economy revolved around, as the name implies, porcine products. Anything swine had to offer, from the meat to the hooves to...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Mouthy Buddha</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Dec 2020 17:00:25 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[So, like I was saying, genetics aren’t very kind. They either go all into your brain or all into your body. The latest Facebook quiz told me that I’m the reincarnation of Stephen Hawking. I could have told you that. Why else would I have...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Beast of Cairn Gorm</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Dec 2020 17:00:24 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Just over a 100km north of Inverness, Scotland in the small village of Braemar, on the Berriedale River, lived a Gaelic-speaking people of approximately 800. Raising cattle, farming and being good neighbors was the village’s primary mission statement. Winters remained dark and bitter but pints...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Basement</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Dec 2020 17:00:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[So, this one… this is the beginning of the most terrifying paranormal thing that ever happened to me. Technically, this should be titled “The Doll” since it spans several years, and several locations, and the central theme is a ventriloquist dummy I got as a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Serpent of the Black Swamp</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Dec 2020 17:00:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I have an obsession with a woman. She’s a wild child. As unpredictable and dangerous as a boar. As potent as a viper. She’s the kind of woman kids and drunks made legends about. The kind that’ll promise curses to those who trespass against her....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Ol’ No. 37</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Dec 2020 17:00:53 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The smoke in the air stung their eyes, but all eight men were fixated on the hulking figure at the head of the table. He seemed unaffected by the cigars’ haze, peering angrily through it at his subjects. All nine men held each other with...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Dinner Date</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Dec 2020 17:00:13 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Zaleski State Forest is a short jot from my place of business. I’ve been known to skip eating and use my lunch break to take short treks through the forest in every season. It’s been at least a weekly occurrence since I began the position...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Milton’s Movie Reviews</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Dec 2020 17:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Hey-o! What’s good everybody? This is Milton, with Milton’s Movie Reviews. Before we get into today’s crazy flick, I’d like to thank today’s sponsor, Raid: Shadow Legends &#8211; the free online RPG that’s sweeping our screens worldwide. You can campaign with your friends to embark...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Arthur Ascending</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2020 17:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It was a bright, clear morning, but the ground below boiled and seethed with high-strung energy. The chapel on the hilltop was the epicenter of a tumultuous crowd, the largest gathering of churchgoers it had seen since its first service. This observation was not lost...]]></description>
		
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		<title>If You See a Downed Aircraft in the Everglades, Avoid It</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2020 17:00:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[About three years ago, a buddy named Will and I went kayaking and slough slogging (think a combination of hiking and swimming) in the Loxahatchee remnant of the Everglades. I had just gotten engaged to my girlfriend of seven years and he was celebrating three...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Sunny and the Ugly Man</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2020 17:00:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Andrew wasn’t sure what his dominant emotion was as he watched the news article unfolding on CNN, but he was pretty certain it was somewhere on the spectrum between hatred and hopelessness. Probably closer to hopelessness by this point, on account of the fact that...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Show Goat</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Nov 2020 17:00:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The police cruiser rumbled down the long gravel driveway, trailing a moldering cloud of dust that’d hang there until they left. About halfway down there was a sign nailed to a tree that said: IF YOU CAN READ THIS, YOU’RE IN RANGE. Depicted below this...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Tower</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Nov 2020 17:00:18 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[They’d stopped on Winn Street, outside St. James. Ethan hadn’t broken his silence for a moment as he parked up by the church and Laura knew better than to challenge his decision. At the best of times, when Ethan needed silence, he needed silence, and...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Curtain</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2020 17:00:17 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[If Yannick hadn’t been here before he wouldn’t have known what they were. The countryside that surrounded them was French; anyone could have guessed that. Flaxen fields of barely tillering wheat ran as far as the eye could see and stopped only, perhaps, where the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>There&#8217;s Creatures in the Everglades</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2020 17:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’ve lived in the Everglades all my life, most of it just south of Little Shark River on the west side of Oyster Bay. My place is right on the edge of the water, and my nearest neighbor is over a mile away. That’s how...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Tick Tock Man</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2020 17:00:53 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[How do I even begin to tell you about the&#8230; the fucking nightmare I’ve been through? Give me a moment&#8230;  Let me gather my thoughts&#8230;  Let me prepare myself to relive the events that led me here. You’re going to think I’m insane&#8230;  You’re going...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Empty House</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2020 17:00:56 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Certain houses, like certain persons, manage somehow to proclaim at once their character for evil. In the case of the latter, no particular feature need betray them; they may boast an open countenance and an ingenuous smile; and yet a little of their company leaves...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Bones of Contention</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2020 17:00:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The bones arrived on a Friday, in a pine crate the size of a steamer trunk. “Is that it, Mr. Evans?” Eliot asked, his tone lacking awe. The rest of the earth science class conversed in whispers or stared out the row of bay windows...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Room-Sitting</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Oct 2020 16:00:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I was referred by a temp agency. I had no idea who I would be working for, or what the job would entail. I only knew that the pay was good. A week-long excursion at $725 a night. More than enough to pay off a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>My Father’s Secret Room</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2020 16:00:13 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It had been wracking my brain for months. What exactly did he keep in there? Why was he being so secretive? Even when I was younger, my father was more than happy to share his work with me at the dinner table. I listened intently,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Cycling</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Oct 2020 16:00:23 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The world came back into focus. She stood motionless at the edge of the bed, watching me from beneath the decaying black shroud that covered her head. Two white, reflective orbs passed over me.  I could feel the pressure of her dread gaze as it...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Woman on Sticks</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Oct 2020 16:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I How happy we are today The feeling will only escape No matter who we blame it on When the thrill is gone, it&#8217;s gone, it&#8217;s gone  &#8211; Trifonic Warren Biggs thundered into the radio station that sat at the edge of town, the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Star Snot</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2020 16:00:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The moon hung heavy overhead through a striated bank of clouds, and even though it was a weeknight, the Levine family was gathered on the front lawn, necks craning up and peering into the sky. The meteor shower was due to start at any minute...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Randonauting is Not a Game</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Sep 2020 16:00:22 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I shouldn’t have gone. I didn’t want to go. Why did I go? Melanie… it’s all her fault. It was all her that we went. She told us about this app a while ago in Discord. Said it helped her see parts of our town...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Counting Sheep</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Sep 2020 16:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“If you’re counting sheep to help you sleep, don’t look them in the eye, For some will give you dreams to keep, and some will make you die.” The idea of counting sheep stretches back to a simpler time in our history. A time before...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Self-Fulfilling Prophecy</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2020 16:00:11 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My name is Frank Zauf, and I think my tarot deck is threatening me. It’s important to me that someone understands. I’ll make this all as quick as I can. Please let me explain. I bought the deck as a child. It was at a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Other Cheek</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2020 16:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’d just begun getting intimate with my wife, and we had gotten a good rhythm going when she suddenly froze. “Shh, Trevor, wait&#8230; Did you hear that?” A cool puff of air from my pillow met the back of my neck as I slammed my...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Subtle Reminders</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 06 Sep 2020 16:00:25 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Damn, Pete!” my newest employee Marlon exclaims as he nods his head across the bar. “That woman’s eyes are all over you. It’s that time again, huh?” I try to hide my devilish smirk as I give a nod of my own in agreement. I...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Iceolation</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2020 16:00:22 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Debbie Sanderson was a dream come true at five-foot-nine with a quick wit, perfect smile and the deepest brown eyes I’d ever seen. We’d met on a discord server about two months back and really hit it off. Our conversations evolved from messaging to phone...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Snow Angels are Illegal Where I Live</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2020 16:00:17 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My town is in one of the northwestern states, which, if you know anything about the northeast, means snow like&#8230; six months out of the year. To make things worse, my town is approximately in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. We deal with it about...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Fall</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Aug 2020 16:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Spring and summer are Daddy’s favorite seasons. He loves the smell of freshly-mown lawns, the stroke of sunbeams on his face, the songs of crickets at night, and the painterly bloom of plants&#8230;mattes of green studded with spots and streaks of white, pink, yellow, blue....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Hindsight</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2020 16:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I was just fifteen years old when I learned monsters were real. That day, a Tuesday, I recall, I was a little later than usual coming home from school, on account of joining the Science Club. I’d just recently watched Donnie Darko for the first...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Chronovisor</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Aug 2020 16:00:47 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When you’re bad, you get thrown in jail. When you’re really bad, you get sent to prison. When you’re unspeakably bad, you get sent to maximum security and they throw away the key. When you’re the devil incarnate, well, nobody really knows what happens to...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Skin-Collector</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Aug 2020 16:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Jessie wondered if she and her brother would have more in common if they had been identical twins. The differences didn’t surface unless you spent several days watching them. Minus the lack of identical faces, they seemed to have the same bond that every other...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Clean Slate</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2020 16:00:57 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Grace Merritt almost choked to death on a Saturday morning, roughly 2 a.m. She awoke to a burning anger in her stomach, a sharp twisting feeling that felt as though her innards were looping into bloody knots. Ignoring it and falling back to sleep was...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Humming Lake, CA</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Aug 2020 16:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’ve been here since I was two years old, and by all accounts, I had a normal upbringing. That’s owed to the fact that this is an altogether normal place. The people work in other nearby towns or craft wares here that they sell in...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Creepy Crate</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 26 Jul 2020 16:00:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My girlfriend, Amber, shook several thick envelopes in my face as soon as I came through the front door. “Do you see these? Huh? Huh?” she snarled with her teeth bared and nose scrunched. “They look like junk mail to me,” I said. “They are...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Rule 34</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Jul 2020 16:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My first love was Misty from Pokémon. Those legs, that sass, she was absolutely perfect. No one else could ever compare. When I played the games, I’d hang around her gym and pretend that we were on a date. I built my team to be...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Aaron&#8217;s Magic Boxx</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2020 16:00:24 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Some nights are worse than others. Some nights, I wake up alone in the dark with a cold chill settling upon me, seeping into my flesh. Other nights I toss and turn until I wake with a half-remembered image of my brother Aaron’s face. In...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Colony Collapse Disorder</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Jul 2020 16:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The air filled with smoke, but to Texan farmer Don Murphy, it was all part of his daily routine. Unlike most men, Don lived for his workdays. Even at fifty-seven he never grew tired of the fragrant fog of burning wood, the vast blue skies,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Things We Thought We Banished</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Jul 2020 16:01:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When the quarantine began, I thought life couldn’t get any worse, but it only took a week of silent streets and empty lots for that to change. On the seventh night, sitting and staring across the block from the window of my apartment, I saw...]]></description>
		
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		<title>An Empty Prison</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 11 Jul 2020 16:00:13 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[A single day added onto my sentence meant the difference between a normal jail and the unending nightmare of Pembina Prison. I was supposed to get 364 days. That was the deal. But the judge didn’t like my ‘attitude,’ whatever the hell that meant, so...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Vanishing Act (Part 1)</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2020 16:00:49 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Something extraordinary began happening to me this past month, and I’m not sure whether I ought to be relieved or terrified.  For all I know, it’s been going on for several months, or possibly years.  Hell, maybe it’s been going on my entire...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Blood Ties</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Jun 2020 16:00:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The sky was dark, threatening rain as Ryan got out of the car, slamming the door behind him.  Uncle Selwyn’s house&#8230; well, less house and more the ancestral family manor he had inherited and called home&#8230;stood in front of him, larger and more foreboding than...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Blacky</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Jun 2020 16:00:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Prejudice has always required three main ingredients: One, lots of people with one or more common traits. Two, other people that don’t share those traits. Three, enough people upset over it. Silverkey Crossing has always been predominantly white like any small town of the Midwest....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Invitation</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Jun 2020 16:00:49 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The sun was setting. Jane watched the glorious colors splay across the sky from where she stood in her antique shop, staring out the dusty window at the world beyond. The sunsets in Brereton, North Dakota, truly were magnificent; certainly more beautiful than anything else...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Uncle Ron’s Funeral</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 20 Jun 2020 16:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I woke up to the sight of my wife’s bare back, The constellation of freckles that spanned both shoulder blades under a wavy nebula of red hair. I reached over and tapped her shoulder. “Honey, it’s time,” I said. Her body stiffened and she heaved...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Salem Horror</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2020 16:00:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When Carson first noticed the sounds in his cellar, he ascribed them to the rats. Later he began to hear the tales which were whispered by the superstitious Polish mill workers in Derby Street regarding the first occupant of the ancient house, Abigail Prinn. There...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Thank You For Everything</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Jun 2020 16:00:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Oh, looks like someone’s waking up a bit.  That’s real good.  I was getting a little worried that I might have given you a bit too much… oh, hey. No, no, no, don’t try to be sitting up.  You’re far too… well, you just don’t...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Blinding Lights</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Jun 2020 16:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The day was bright; the Las Vegas sun is blistering, making me feel blinded just being outside. The ring of the gas-station bell goes off as my eyes search feverishly for the coolers, the craving for something cold to drink overriding everything else going on...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Backrooms</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 28 May 2020 16:00:42 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch “Hello?” Scratch scratch scratch scratch “Hello? Somebody? Anybody?!” Scratch scratch scratch scratch “Can anybody hear me?! Please! Please, get me out of here!” Casey stirred. He couldn’t see anything, but he could hear her loud and clear. “Dove? Is that...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Flipping</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 25 May 2020 16:00:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The “rustic cabin” was little more than a shack, sitting in the midst of the Louisiana bayou.  All that led to it was a dirt road, and the dirt road wound off the main road for at least five miles before arriving here.  Even calling...]]></description>
		
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		<title>There&#8217;s Something Wrong With My Daughter&#8217;s Treehouse</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 24 May 2020 16:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It took me nearly three months to build this mansion of a treehouse for my daughter. It had slides and swings, windows and doors, ladders and steps. It had it all. Shit, I even insulated it and had power outlets, heating and cooling. This monstrous...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Voice Recorder</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 20 May 2020 16:00:13 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I am a chronic sleep talker. Always have been. Everyone who’s ever slept in the same house as me will tell you that. My parents, siblings, friends and especially my exes. They’re the ones who got an ear-full. It was something we’d laugh about in...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Dance of Flames</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 09 May 2020 22:00:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[You’re probably like me, skeptical of all things unexplained. Never in my life have I believed anything that doesn’t have a logical explanation, even if it means I have to string together the most tenuous logic just to make something reasonable. This is me. Why...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Nearus</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 06 May 2020 16:00:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Most children say they want to run away from home but few ever do it. My brother Joey was definitely in the latter category, using the excuse of freedom and independence to constantly break our parents’ rules. He was a dreamer, an adventurer, someone that...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Toualetehydrophobia</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 05 May 2020 16:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I had no idea there were so many debilitating phobias. There are those that are terrified of right angles, Mexican food, the letter R, the metric system, and even a miserable few that fear Wednesdays, becoming incapacitated every hump-day. There is even a phobia of...]]></description>
		
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		<title>There Were Two Moons in the Sky Last Night</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 May 2020 16:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Have you ever looked up at the moon at night and dreamed of a better life? Maybe wished for love or simply looked for inspiration? It’s amazing, isn’t it, such a magnificent celestial body just hanging in the sky, one we’ve lived with since the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Legend of Grinning Greg</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Apr 2020 16:00:07 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Some said it was the moon’s glow that would hit the aged broken glass of the church’s upper lofts on certain nights. Others claimed it was merely their imagination&#8230; and a few like me said that they actually saw the mysterious floating smile of Grinning...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Drowning Experiment</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Apr 2020 16:00:36 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It’s not on record as the drowning experiment. The official name is AQ521-G4, but I’ve chosen to call it what it truly was. It was marketed as an opportunity for people with previous experience in aquatic settings to earn high positions for coastal work, aquamarine...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Taklitçi</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Apr 2020 16:00:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The Original Sin We were just open-minded kids. We wanted to see as much of the world as possible. God forgive us; we didn’t mean to deceive anyone. We didn’t mean to give that creature a whiff of our scent, but we did. I’m sure...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Nicky’s Ninth Door</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Apr 2020 16:00:35 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Walter was cool. Walter was tough. Walter was 13 years old. As the only teen on his block all the other kids that lived on Revenant Falls Lane were in awe of Walter. They were especially ravenous for the kinds of stories he could tell...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Camper Appreciation</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Apr 2020 16:00:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Come on, Jim, you know it’s going to suck.” I didn’t nod, though I wanted to.  Mark was right, as usual.  Most of camp had sucked, to be honest. Tom, on the other hand, tried once more to be the voice of reason, even as...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Buzzards</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2020 16:00:18 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Need a crime scene clean-up? How about a crime scene clean-up up in a hoarder’s house? Well, free-market problems get free-market solutions. It only makes sense I ended up with Cesar. I guess you could call me the President and Cesar the VP but those...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Winter Time</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Mar 2020 16:00:58 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[All our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. (‘Macbeth’: Act 5, scene 5) With turned, frozen earth stinking sharp on his big coat and gritting black under his fingernails, he checked the side lane was empty before clinking the allotment gate shut...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Oddity</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 08 Mar 2020 16:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There was nothing strange about Amber. She wasn’t too tall or too short. She was of average height and weight. She wasn’t ugly but she wasn’t pretty either and her grades, although passing, were never top marks. She lived in an average house, with an...]]></description>
		
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		<title>I Made a Monster Out of Clay</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Feb 2020 17:00:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My name is Mortimer Lipschitz. I know the name itself suggests otherwise, but I shit you not. That&#8217;s really my name. I used to wish it wasn&#8217;t. On all that&#8217;s holy, I wished it wasn&#8217;t. But I suppose that the name was never really the...]]></description>
		
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		<pubDate>Sun, 23 Feb 2020 17:00:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Roxy’s Lounge. It was the sort of dimly-lit, mid-century styled bar that was too classy for me by half. In the real world, it’s the kind of place I’d have gone to get shit-faced on overpriced cocktails at a Game Developer’s Conference after-party. But that was...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Salt in the Dark River</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Feb 2020 17:00:14 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The house sat empty at the top of the hill. Its security lights were a beacon in the night, like a lighthouse alone in the mist, warning ships away from the kiss of sharp shores. The closest neighbor was further away than a man could...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Starry Crown</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Feb 2020 17:00:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I left the university campus behind to do fieldwork in the Deep South. I was studying folk songs from southern states that had neither a time or place of origin nor a known composer. Those old songs that just seem to rise out of cultural...]]></description>
		
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		<title>He’s Killing Up There</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Jan 2020 17:00:18 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part 1 “So I’m in the cosmetics aisle, right? And I’m standing there reading this bottle of lotion. ‘Not tested on animals,’ it says. And I’m thinking: Really? Like, who the hell is rubbing lotion on animals? Anyone?” A modest amount of laughter from the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Eastgate</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Dec 2019 17:00:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Nobody believes in vampires.  They’re just myths. Old folktales that have been bastardized by cinema, pulp horror and cheap romance.  Done to death until they’re nothing but a cliché.  Only children are afraid of them, which is a far cry from the fear they once...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Parker Express</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 25 Nov 2019 17:00:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part 1 This is your captain speaking. I&#8217;ve just turned on the seat belt sign. We&#8217;re expecting a fair amount of turbulence coming up, so we ask that you please remain seated until the sign is turned off. We&#8217;re on pace to land at Newark...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Hallowed Ground</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Oct 2019 16:00:21 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I don’t think there’s anything more beautiful than a cemetery in the Fall, though I love cemeteries no matter the season. There’s normally an abundance of majestically tall trees, more than you typically find in a public park, but not so many that they obstruct...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Molendinar Burn</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Mar 2018 05:00:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Jack Mckay huddled in the cold midnight street with a pale green sleeping bag encasing his lower half. Spindled trails of light reflected off the gleaming roads from damp lampposts. But the cold wasn’t what gave Jack his nightly jitters—not by a long shot. The...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Another Fairy Tale</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Dec 2017 06:00:23 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Once upon a time in a land far, far away there was a story that became well known in all the kingdoms of men.  It started as a whisper in the back of ale-houses and progressed to the point of street-corner news barkers.  No one...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Elf on a Shelf (with a Knife)</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Dec 2017 06:00:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“It’s creepy,” Dan balked. “It’s cute,” Julia countered. “Besides, it’s fun. I mean, geez Scrooge, where’s your Christmas spirit?” Dan picked up the doll and turned it over in his hands. It was the prototypical Christmas elf as imagined by Hollywood in a red onesie,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>He Who Wanders</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Jan 2017 06:00:11 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I missed the scorching wind of Andalusia. How it pours sunlight onto your face, toying with eyelashes, flattening dry sand against cheeks and milling around hair. I missed the smell of the valley and that ripening softness of Muscat fluff glistening in the afternoon breeze....]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Seer of Possibilities</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 26 Jan 2015 06:00:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Sometimes, otherworldly beings find interesting ways to try and contact you. They might capitalize on your use of a Ouija Board, or maybe come to you in a dream, or sometimes they speak through another person. They each have their own style and preference that’s...]]></description>
		
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