Our Last Encounter by Brian Burmeister
“What are you doing?”
The patio door swung open. I panicked and jumped about ten feet. She was near me, a car’s length to my left.
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“What are you doing?”
The patio door swung open. I panicked and jumped about ten feet. She was near me, a car’s length to my left.
Continue readingThe restaurant is crowded and the hum is building as the place quickly fills and the overfilled plates and glasses arrive at the small, closely jammed tables.
Continue readingI sat across from Sarah in the kitchen, her dark brown hair held to one side with a scrunchy. She was wearing a pink robe, faded from years of wear. It was now past twelve on a chilly October night.
Continue readingDead?” she asked the officer standing at the door. Martha wore a shocked look.
Continue readingMy dad tapped the top of his beer can and turned Tom Petty up louder.
“Make sure you get the right kind.”
Continue readingI was sitting in my room when I first saw it. Or thought I saw it, I suppose. I can’t say that I’ve ever actually seen anything. But I knew it was there, nonetheless.
Continue readingOctober 22, 2015 by Rayma Elaine It was a chilly Thursday, sometime last November. I had very late night at
Continue readingSince her mother left and they moved into that old Victorian home, Martin saw his daughter, Eva, change drastically.
Continue readingYou know those horror stories that start out with a line something like ‘it was a dark and stormy night’? This isn’t one of those.
Continue readingDetective Burns and Lowry hurried down the creaky hallway with weapons firmly drawn. Cobwebs and exposed wiring along the ceiling blazed with an eerie yellow
Continue readingNo, don’t wake up. I’ve been waiting for a quiet moment.
Continue readingFather Rosso stood over the corpseless head, his beautiful white robes stained with blood. His body was rigid, yet calm, like a man at prayer, which he might have been, save for the knife clenched in his fist.
Continue readingEven before I open my eyes, I feel its dark, malignant presence. It stands motionless in the corner of my bedroom. The air is cold but thick with a putrid stench
Continue reading“Can’t we watch something more interesting?”
Continue readingThese weird double-people Melody observed from time to time around the house never hurt her, but the moment she realized they were imitations and not real people
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