This Is Their World, We’re Just Playing in It…

This Is Their World, We’re Just Playing in It…

As seems to be a common tradition, I used to dabble with the occult. It wasn’t anything outlandish. Just the odd Ouija board at slumber parties, a bit of voodoo doll stabbing, and trying to summon the murderous spirit of Bloody Mary to see if she’d kill me or not. You...

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Sometimes, a Little Paranoia Is Good…

Sometimes, a Little Paranoia Is Good…

If we’re lucky, we’ll live our whole lives blissfully unaware of how close we’ve come to the worst things in this world. I’m kind of known for getting a little paranoid from time to time, but who can blame me? I spend the vast majority of my days thinking up creative...

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Can One Man Save the British Countryside From Evil?

Can One Man Save the British Countryside From Evil?

When I was a boy—which was some time ago—one of the great pleasures in life was also one of my great fears. I was always keen to stay up late and watch a horror movie. I particularly loved the old classics—Universal Pictures, Hammer Films, and many others. In my new...

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Your One-Way Ticket to Hell Has Been Booked…

Your One-Way Ticket to Hell Has Been Booked…

The unknown calls to us, promising adventure and excitement, and often luring us into disaster. Longing for travel but needing a paycheck, I’ve taken a few jobs without much research simply because they offered staff accommodation. Looking back, it’s surprising that I...

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Your Worst Nightmares Stalk You From the Shadows…

Your Worst Nightmares Stalk You From the Shadows…

Well, my head hurts. No, not from any sort of illness or lack of caffeine, or anything else for that matter. No, to be quite honest, my head hurts from what I’ve just read. Yes, the stories gathered here in this collection. My head hurts because I’m trying to repress...

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Has Shane Ryan Finally Met His Match?

Has Shane Ryan Finally Met His Match?

Are you warm right now? Are you in a place of comfort reading this? I hope you are. We’re coming to the end, you know, and it’s stopping in a place you and I are both familiar with. At 125 Berkley Street. You and I, we’ve opened our arms to Shane. Welcomed him back...

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When You Turn Out the Lights, the Terror Begins…

When You Turn Out the Lights, the Terror Begins…

All the lights in my office are on. This is the place where I sit and think, drink coffee by the gallon, and let my own dark thoughts spill out onto my writing. Tonight, it’s also where I sat down to read this new collection of short stories. I live in New England, in...

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