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 …
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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 …
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: 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 …
I Remember: Part Two
Of course. The library is every bit as horrible as I remember it being. I sat, sulking and leaning against the back of a creaky old chair. I felt suffocated; everything looked like it was covered in years of dust, and in my mind, I was breathing all of that in. It was dead silent …
I Remember: Part One
This will be another mini-series. It is based on a dream I had years ago. I hope you enjoy 😉
Fear: Ablutophobia
Ever since I was a small child, I was terrified to look down into a shower drain. I was never able to pinpoint the source of this fear, even as I became an adult. At first, the fear was minimal; I would just avoid looking down it. As I showered, I kept my eyes glued …
My Unannounced Hiatus
Hello all! I wanted to take a moment to let you guys know where I’ve been lately. Like everyone else, COVID has impacted my current situation. I teach full-time, so my plate is full dealing with students, both virtual and in-person. Also, I am in grad school right now! I was accepted to a fantastic …
Devi Ramirez 