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Not Alone

The scratching of something against the fabric of the tent woke Jason from a sound sleep. Sitting up, he rubbed his eyes and looked around. Then he heard it again. A soft scratching sound coming from his left. Reaching over, he picked up his glasses and put them on. He didn't see anything at first, … Continue reading Not Alone →

She

As I stood over the gray-colored stone, the rain soaking me through, images flashed before my eyes. The way he'd taken care of her so delicately, took her everywhere he went and fixed any damage that he might've caused. My fists curled up, nails digging into my skin. It'd been an icy cold day when it … Continue reading She →

The Clock

I've seen the same clock in my grandparent's house for as long as I can remember. It's always in the same place on the dresser with the red flowers. When I was a child, I learned that my late grandfather handcrafted the clock himself. I distinctly remember my parents jokingly referring to it as Grandfather's … Continue reading The Clock →

Doll Face

I'd just moved in with a roommate. I was in college and had been dealing with family issues back home. The location was a bit far from my university, but I didn't mind too much. The town I moved to was where one of my closest friends lived. Her name was Jackie. Jackie and I … Continue reading Doll Face →

The Red Room

It was winter 2003. I was taking my last semester at the University of Oregon, and I was looking forward to starting my career in space aromatics. Everything was going according to plan, and things couldn't get any better. My friends were going to graduate at the same time as me, I got a job … Continue reading The Red Room →

The Window Man

I pushed myself up from the bed, gasping for breath. Sweat rolled down my head as I tried to block my mind’s eye. Can’t I just have one peaceful night of sleep, I thought. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to see something else. Blocking it out only seemed to make it worse, though. So, … Continue reading The Window Man →