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…Paved With Good Intentions.
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Rated 3.00 by 1 users

Within the Darkness

338 votes, average: 4.57 out of 5338 votes, average: 4.57 out of 5338 votes, average: 4.57 out of 5338 votes, average: 4.57 out of 5338 votes, average: 4.57 out of 5
Rated 4.57 by 338 users

It all started after moving into my new house. Yeah, that’s pretty cliché. Believe me, I know, but it’s what happened. I never experienced anything supernatural before and, though interested, I never really expected anything to happen to me.

I was able to rent the house for pretty cheap. I didn’t think anything of it because it was old and not in the best of neighborhoods so I guessed I just got a good deal. After moving everything in, things were fine for a while.

I don’t remember exactly when it started because it seemed so minor at the time. I’d leave a light on in the kitchen or the bathroom and come back to find it off. Honestly, I thought I was just forgetting that I turned them off already when I came back. After a while, I began to wonder and started leaving a couple lights on purpose. Sometimes, nothing would happen. Sometimes, I’d come back to find the lights turned off.

By now, I figured out that something was off. I wasn’t really scared, but just confused. I thought maybe something was wrong with the electronics. I started leaving lights on a bit more often, because I thought I might be able to get some sign of why they would randomly shut off.…

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Life Within

568 votes, average: 3.77 out of 5568 votes, average: 3.77 out of 5568 votes, average: 3.77 out of 5568 votes, average: 3.77 out of 5568 votes, average: 3.77 out of 5
Rated 3.77 by 568 users

My husband and I loved each other very much, but just as most couples we would get into arguments. Out biggest argument always revolved around a single disagreement: children.

I wanted children, he did not.

As the years passed I had hoped he would eventually come around and warm up to the idea of having children, but he remained stubborn and wouldn’t change his mind. I reminded him that if we waited too much longer we’d never be able to conceive a child of our own, but he didn’t seem to care. I even suggested adoption and fostering children but he wouldn’t hear it. “You’re not fit to be a mother!”

His cruel words burned into my memory. I loved him. Why would he say such a thing?

I wanted to carry a baby. I wanted to have a life inside of me, a little piece of him inside of me. I love my husband but he doesn’t have the right to keep me from doing this. No one can stop me.

I threw our my birth control pills and I sabotaged his condoms as I prepared to seduce my husband into a frenzy and lovemaking and passion. My husband, who knew I was desperate for the chance to have a life inside of me, discovered my plan and rejected my advances.…

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Lost Twin – The Game

399 votes, average: 3.90 out of 5399 votes, average: 3.90 out of 5399 votes, average: 3.90 out of 5399 votes, average: 3.90 out of 5399 votes, average: 3.90 out of 5
Rated 3.90 by 399 users

This is a game where the participants get the chance to meet the twin they’ve never known in life. It’s a simple game to play, but the repercussions can overwhelming.

The twin is a reflection of who you really are, not who you pretend to be. If you’re a genuinely good person your twin encounter will be pleasant and gratifying. But if you’re a bad person, someone who bullies, lies, steals, cheats, manipulates or hurts other people, then your experience will be dark and painful.

In order to play the game you require the following: an empty closet, a (lit) candle and a mirror.

To start hang the mirror, any size will do, on the wall in the closet. Be sure to hang in on the wall across from the closet door, so the door is being reflected when closed.

With the candle already lit, walk into the closet and shut the door behind you.

Look at the mirror, you’ll see a reflection of yourself and the closed door.

Knock on the mirror twice, just as if you’re trying to knock on the closet door. Blow out the candle and knock on the mirror two more times.

You’ll hear the closet door open, but the door behind you is still shut.…

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Porcelain’s Fishhooks

280 votes, average: 3.24 out of 5280 votes, average: 3.24 out of 5280 votes, average: 3.24 out of 5280 votes, average: 3.24 out of 5280 votes, average: 3.24 out of 5
Rated 3.24 by 280 users
  • Post date: 3 September 2017
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The year was 1942, and I was a young Jewish boy who was sent to the concentration camp, Auschwitz. My brother and I were separated from our parents a couple weeks back, and haven’t seen them since. We were attempting to make it across the border to Russia in order to escape the Nazis, but we weren’t fast enough, and they quickly caught up. My brother, Alois, was two years older than me, and went to Auschwitz when we were caught. Unfortunately, he died on the fourth day from too much hard labor.

I was all alone and on the verge of starvation, for I was younger and weaker than everyone else. When we got our small, disgusting portions of food, the greedy would beat me up and take it from me. I eventually learned to take a bowl of slop and run. Run fast and hard, as far as my feet could take me. Then I would hide. Only after the people hunting me down were gone would I start to eat. I would eat all of it in two or three bites, since the food was scarce, but I enjoyed every second of it.

A couple of weeks later, smoke started puffing up from the ovens in which the Nazis would take a large group of Jewish people and burn them until all were dead.…

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Fond Memories

122 votes, average: 3.84 out of 5122 votes, average: 3.84 out of 5122 votes, average: 3.84 out of 5122 votes, average: 3.84 out of 5122 votes, average: 3.84 out of 5
Rated 3.84 by 122 users

It rained over the Rosenberg estate.

A day’s worth of packing luggage into the truck and, soon after it left, the clouds arrived. Inside of the several story house, little life was expressed as it once had. The antique clock ticked away, being the only thing making sound for the last three hours. Günther poured himself another shot of brandy, already finished with the bottle set at the mini bar. There was plenty more where it came from and he intended on finishing every last drop.

Wilfried put out the last bit of his cigarette, grinding it into the ashtray, his previous remainders fashioned into a crooked mess of the day. No matter how many he smoked, his hands still shook at the recent news. The only way he could keep them steady was the urge to occupy himself with his psychology book from school. His eyes went through the words, but none of them stuck in his head. It was as if he was reading ripples in a rainstorm, nothing but chaotic lines with so much going on around them.

Despite being only a few years apart, the two of them couldn’t be any more different. Günther had made himself into a powerhouse though unrelenting training, the scars and bulging veins on his skin showing the effort he has gone through.…

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Smile

382 votes, average: 3.09 out of 5382 votes, average: 3.09 out of 5382 votes, average: 3.09 out of 5382 votes, average: 3.09 out of 5382 votes, average: 3.09 out of 5
Rated 3.09 by 382 users

I hate my life. I just made some new friends at this stupid school, and now I have to move again because of my father’s stupid new job. We’re moving to the other side of the country. I just wish we could stay in a town for more than a few months, but no. Every job just gets better and better, so we have to move. I’d been doing some research on the new town we were moving into. I’ll just say that there are some pretty messed up headlines for this place. Most of them about kids going insane, some murders here and there. Nothing shocks me anymore considering some of the places that I’ve been.

When we arrived, I got out of the U-Haul truck, and looked up at the huge mansion-looking house.

“Really? Is a house this big necessary for your ‘needed office space’?” I say in sarcastic tone, looking at the dead grass surrounding this house.

“Jordan, watch your tone!” My mother hisses at me.

“He’s just going through his puberty years.” My dad says, chuckling under his breath.

“Doesn’t matter. He shouldn’t be disrespectful.” My mom says, and I walk into the house carrying my things.…

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The Internet’s Out

408 votes, average: 3.57 out of 5408 votes, average: 3.57 out of 5408 votes, average: 3.57 out of 5408 votes, average: 3.57 out of 5408 votes, average: 3.57 out of 5
Rated 3.57 by 408 users

Thursday morning.

I awoke to the sounds of a siren blaring down the road. Great, another accident. The traffic was the last thing I wanted in the morning while going to work. Still, I had another hour before heading off, so I started my morning routine of taking a shower and brushing my teeth before heading downstairs for breakfast where I saw my son, Michael, eating cereal before breakfast. I grabbed a bagel and sat down on the couch, grabbing my iPad to read the news.

“Terrorist leader Aamir Hadi has threatened the President!” The same old news… Nothing was “new” about it. All this drama for years between the Middle East and good old America. How long had we been at war? I couldn’t remember. Too long, for sure. All these terrorist attacks, and the President just sends in more and more soldiers, feeding a war without end. Pointless as middle school drama, but with more consequences. Whatever, who needs CNN anyways?

Flipping on the TV and putting down my iPad, I noticed more sirens flying down my street. Just then I got an email from the school saying the buses would be late. Must be a big wreck. “Hey Michael, you’re bus is going to be delayed for a bit, ok bud?”

“Alright,” he replied nonchalantly.…

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The Basement

349 votes, average: 4.07 out of 5349 votes, average: 4.07 out of 5349 votes, average: 4.07 out of 5349 votes, average: 4.07 out of 5349 votes, average: 4.07 out of 5
Rated 4.07 by 349 users
  • Post date: 26 August 2017
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Growing up, my parents told me never to go into the basement. It is kind of interesting now that I think back on it. I was an obedient kid and never did anything that my parents told me not to, but I also never once questioned, until very recently, why I wasn’t allowed to go down those stairs.
Our house was huge. My dad worked in finance, but grew up a country boy before college so, as soon as we had the chance, we moved us out into isolation, even though this made his commute over an hour into town. I loved it, especially when I was younger because we had lots of animals on our property – some wild and some actually owned by my parents. My mom would stay home and take care of the chickens and the geese while I watched and played with them. My mom would always tell me not to get too close with the animals because we would sell some of them from time to time and she didn’t want my feelings to get hurt. I did my best to follow her instructions, but I have to admit, there were definitely some animals I missed when they got sold off.…

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That Damn Buzzing Sound

315 votes, average: 4.17 out of 5315 votes, average: 4.17 out of 5315 votes, average: 4.17 out of 5315 votes, average: 4.17 out of 5315 votes, average: 4.17 out of 5
Rated 4.17 by 315 users

For the past few days, I’ve been hearing this intermittent buzzing sound. At first, I thought I’d become used to it and stop hearing it entirely, but to me, it just became more obnoxious over time. It transformed into something akin to a constant, vibrating noise in the back of my head. It was difficult to focus on anything. It became so bad that I had trouble sleeping, and it’s beyond me how my parents never noticed it. You know what they say though. You lose hearing with age, so I wasn’t surprised when they gave me confused looks. Tyler, my neighbor, heard it though, and I was relieved at that. It meant I wasn’t going crazy. He’s actually the one that brought it up when we were in my bedroom playing video games. With him at my side, I became determined to find the source of this noise.

We searched my house first and placed our ears all over the walls. The buzzing sound never seemed to become stronger or weaker, so we went outside. My original thought was that something was wrong with the air conditioning unit. If I was right, it would explain why the sound transferred throughout the entire house.…

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The Grinning Man

181 votes, average: 3.50 out of 5181 votes, average: 3.50 out of 5181 votes, average: 3.50 out of 5181 votes, average: 3.50 out of 5181 votes, average: 3.50 out of 5
Rated 3.50 by 181 users

Detroit has a bad rap when it comes to crime, violence and drugs. But nothing is worse than having an arsonist plaguing the streets, destroying homes and neighborhoods with a single match.

In 2006 an arsonist managed to destroy a library, a school, an apartment complex and a nursing home within an eight week period. The police were using every resource available to locate this sick ‘firebug’ but they never found any clues or suspects in the devastating crimes.

Two months after the last fire there was a 911 call that made the news, as the call claimed that the arsonist in question was about to strike and sure enough, he did. In the call you can hear the panicked screams as the residents of yet another apartment complex fled for their lives and tried desperately to put out the flames. But the most startling moment came when the caller began crying out in pain as he had become trapped in the burning building, the flames scorching his entire body.

No one knew what became of the mystery caller and it was believed that he had perished in the fire. The building was burned to the ground, leaving almost a hundred people homeless.…

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