I never thought this is how I would die. I know. What a way to start a story, right? But it’s true; I never would have guessed my life would end this way. I thought maybe I would die of old age, or perhaps I would die in a car accident or, heck, maybe I …
The Island & The Daughter of Doctor Moreau
I recently read both “The Daughter of Doctor Moreau” by Silvia Moreno-Garcia and “The Island of Doctor Moreau” by H. G. Wells. While the former is only loosely based on the latter, I thought it would be fun to compare and contrast the two, since I thoroughly enjoyed both for different reasons. Both stories tell …
The Facility
From the day I moved in, something hadn’t sat right with me about my new neighborhood. Everything just felt a little… off. To backtrack just a tiny bit, I had recently moved into my new apartment. I would say this was about three months ago now. When I toured the unit, everything was great. Our …
The Disappearing Man
Before I start, I want to let you know, listener, that I understand how stupid I am going to sound to you. I admit, this wasn’t one of my best moments, but you’ll understand, hopefully, why I did it. Why I followed him. I mean, it had been just like any normal day. I was …
Crazy Ex: Finale
“Son, I was askin’ you how you know this young lady?” His voice was gravelly, but it comforted me just a bit. “She was… uh… she is my girlfriend—” I trailed off at that last word. Was she? Or was she keeping secrets from me. I wasn’t mad, just worried about her. I had no …
Crazy Ex: Part One
All my life, I’ve been told to be safe on the internet. My parents had always been wary of social media, and as a result, so was I. I tried to remain as anonymous as possible on any social website that I used. I never used my real name, and I didn’t really use them …
Evil Incarnate
Today I saw the true face of evil. No it wasn’t a mass-murderer who tried to kill me. No it wasn’t someone making terroristic threats. And no it wasn’t a random adult who was committing heinous acts in any capacity. No. It was a small child named Jason. I know what you’re thinking: Brody, how …
Room 373
I used to work for a university; I won’t say which one for privacy concerns. Much of my job involved checking the classrooms in our building after every school day, usually around 9:00 pm, as that is when the last class would end. I typically checked for students loitering around, made sure that all electronics …
I Remember: Finale
I looked through my social media impatiently. It had been days since I last dreamed about the shed or the murders, and I had begun to think that they really had just been all made up in my head. I wanted nothing more than to understand why I was being shown Rebecca Sinclair’s life. She …
I Remember: Part Four
Pretty little thing, hidden away from the world. Buried so deep, no one will ever find her! There was that song again. So familiar. As with the last time, I felt a fluttering in my stomach. I am probably nervous about being back in this shed, I thought. As I entered the dream, I felt …
Devi Ramirez 