Ninty Eight passengers. That's how many people the small mainline train could take. It was cold that Wednesday when those ninety-eight strangers...

My name is Lily. I say it in my mind over and over. The rain fell in heavy sheets, drumming a haunting melody on the windows of our old, creaky...

Martinez crouched behind the concrete barrier. The fading evening sun cast the world in an ember glow. Martinez checked the battery life on his...

It must be a dream, Dave thought. That was the only logical, rational explanation.  But it wasn't. As Dave stepped onto the wobbly, cheap wooden...

My heart pounded in my chest as we pulled up to the new house. The moment we moved in, I had this strange feeling that something was off. The...

The place was said to be haunted before the previous owner received a toe tag down at the morgue. But John Ember wasn’t afraid of a ghost....

I hadn’t been at my apartment long when I noticed the van. Maybe two or three weeks at the most. I was trying to figure out which neighbors...

I’ve seen it everywhere, people posting on the internet about creatures in the mountains… It always seemed so silly, “If you hear your name,...

The rain had a strange way of hitting that roof. Louder than necessary, and dripping in a few places. Leaking into the dimly lit living room with...

You won't believe my story… our story. As I’m writing this I know I should have more to leave behind, I should have a videotape or some sort...

His head was throbbing.  Thomas had never been more grateful to go home to his bed. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel to avoid drifting...

The air feels thick, and my head is swimming as I look at the letter in front of me. It’s in the same crude envelope as the ones from each time...

Sitting at the dining room table, it’s taking every inch of willpower I have not to bounce my leg. It’s a nervous habit I’ve never been able...

It was raining cats and dogs outside. The rain was torrential, giving the patrons in the local dive bar an excuse to stay and down another...

The last barstool at Callahan’s was as worn as the flickering neon sign that hung outside. The once vibrant red leather had cracked and worn...

I woke up groggily, as I did most mornings. I could hear my mom cooking downstairs, humming as she went, a reminder that I was no closer to moving...