After last night’s encounter with the group of thugs, I was quite shaken. I didn’t know, however, what day three would hold in store for me... I still kept to my people watching, and I still made up stories

Well, the second day of my little journey is over, the one I came to call the Long Ride, and boy, do I have to tell you a few things. Things took a turn for the worse, but more on that later. After sitting

I came up with the idea for the Long Ride a few days ago. My friends and I had met up on Friday evening to hang out, share some stories, and, of course, to have a few beers. Before long, I ended up completely

I met her during my first time at a club. It was quite the strange experience. I’d never been out dancing before, had never even gotten drunk and didn’t know the first thing about drugs. You see, I grew

Marty was obsessed with lizards. No, not dinosaurs, not dragons, just those tiny, four-legged, slithering things. I don’t know when or why it started. One day, out of nowhere, lizards were all he talked

I don’t remember when it started. I first noticed it a few weeks ago when I went to the grocery store. There were so many cats around. Seeing cats isn’t uncommon in a rural town such as mine. Many people

Yes, I know, who in their right mind uses TikTok? I was always starkly opposed to Social Media, especially TikTok. That cesspit of stupidity and regurgitated jokes should’ve never become a thing, and not

By everyone, I mean everyone: from the youngest members, toddlers and babies still held by their mothers, to the oldest, those needing walkers and wheelchairs. These games have been held for as long as

I bet you’re laughing right now. You probably think I’m just some idiot with a terrible sense of direction. To be honest, you’re right about the latter, but I assure you, what I experienced is no laughing

When people think of their first pet, they talk about dogs or cats. For me, however, it was a cow. Now, Lina wasn’t my cow, of course. She was one of many my grandpa owned. Years ago, when I was a young

I first felt it a few weeks ago. It was a bump on the back of my head. I thought nothing of it. I’d probably bumped my head while drunk. Happens all the time. It would go away eventually, I told myself.

It was my cousin Bill who first told me about the Legend of Long Legged Larry. Bill and I used to be best friends, and I always spent the long, hot weeks of summer in his small town in the middle of nowhere.

Red. It’s the most vivid color and has always been my favorite. I loved it ever since I was a little girl, and as I grew older, these feelings only intensified. My clothes always came in shades of red,

“There’s no fucking ghosts in that house!” my boss, John, yelled. The victim of this newest tirade of his was Ed, my co-worker. I liked Ed. He was a good guy, if a little slow in the head. We’d all heard

We’d all been invited by Professor Davies and flown out to his remote home in the Scottish Highlands. The professor was a strange, eccentric man, but a renowned expert in his specific field of interest.

“Postal service, do you mind accepting a package for Ms. Ivanovna?” Still half asleep, I mumbled a ‘sure’ before I opened the door to the apartment building. A few seconds later, a beaming postal worker

“There’s no fucking ghosts in that house!” my boss, John, yelled. The victim of this newest tirade of his was Ed, my co-worker. I liked Ed. He was a good guy, if a little slow in the head. We’d all heard

Chance encounters are common, even in the middle of the night, or especially in the middle of the night. The man who taught me and my friend Sebastian how to crack vending machines, though, was anything

Terrance Brown had always been in love with ghost stories. He would scour our town in search of any and all rumors regarding the supernatural. Yet, our town was small, tiny even, and its few inhabitants

Photo by Paul Garaizar / CC0 Premonitions. They always happen at the strangest time, always out of nowhere. One second, everything’s all right, the next I witness someone’s terrible demise. My friend Paul