In the depths of the ocean, an ancient evil stirs from its aeons-long slumber, sending ripples of madness across the globe. As a young man delves into his late uncle’s research, he uncovers a terrifying conspiracy
Author: Every Writer
Richard Edwards has a BFA in Creative Writing and Journalism from Bowling Green State University and an M.S. in Education from the University of Akron. Managing editor of Drunk Duck, poetry editor for Prairie Margins, reporter for Miscellany, Akron Journal, Lorain Journal, and The BG News. He has also worked as a professional writer and editor in the medical publishing industry for several years. For the last 15 years Richard has also taught literature and writing at the secondary and post-secondary levels. He works much of the time with at-risk students.
THE MINISTER’S BLACK VEIL A PARABLE by Nathaniel Hawthorne
Another clergyman in New England, Mr. Joseph Moody, of York, Maine, who died about eighty years since, made himself remarkable by the same eccentricity that is here related
The Witch by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov
In a remote church hut during a fierce snowstorm, Savely Gykin, the sexton, suspects his young, attractive wife Raissa of being a witch who can control the weather to lure men to their dwelling.
THE MASQUE OF THE RED DEATH
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When the Moon is Full and Bright by Ty Green
Blanche took the high ground, like Grandma and Grampa had taught her. On the Chaney Junior High School playground, this was the top of the jungle gym, a towering monstrosity of looping stainless steel that few of the other kids ever dared to scale.
Questions For Vampires by Anastasia Gustafson
Marcus didn’t mean to kill Angelina. Not really. But she was dead as a doornail, alright, and white as a sheet. In his candle-lit studio apartment, strewn with white rose petals and piles of books,
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Dagda could hear the mob beating on the many dilapidated entrances of Ashview Manor. Sweat, dripping from his aquiline nose, conspired with wheezing
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We had dined at sunset on the broad roof of the old tower, because it was cooler there during the great heat of summer. Besides, the little kitchen was built at one corner of the great square
Afterward by Edith Wharton
A wealthy American couple buys an old English manor rumored to be haunted, but they’re told they won’t realize it’s haunted until “afterward.”
Berenice by Edgar Allan Poe
Dicebant mihi sodales, si sepulchrum amicae visitarem, curas meas aliquar tulum fore levatas.—Ebn Zaiat.
Misery is manifold. The wretchedness of earth is multiform. Overreaching the wide horizon as the rainbow,
The Judge’s House by Bram Stoker
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The Phantom ‘Rickshaw by Rudyard Kipling
The Phantom ‘Rickshaw THE PHANTOM ‘RICKSHAW May no ill dreams disturb my rest, Nor Powers of Darkness me molest. —Evening Hymn. One of the few advantages that India has over England is a great Knowability. After five years’ service a man is directly or indirectly acquainted with the two or three hundred Civilians in his…
My Own True Ghost Story by Rudyard Kipling
“My Own True Ghost Story” is a short story by Rudyard Kipling that blends elements of humor, suspense, and the supernatural. The story is narrated
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‘My toast is too dry; it’s scratching my lips, Daddy!’
Trick of the Light by Dan Caine
He woke up in a white room. It was white for only a second before he felt something brush against his legs, blinked, and beheld