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Sacred Spirit came to me and reached out for my hand, whispered words of comfort so I could understand. Birth, Death Rebirth, Cycles of a whole never ending just eclipsed the cycles of the soul.

Okay, look, I didn’t think I would ACTUALLY see him. Not really. I mean, you read about the shadow people and sleep paralysis stuff all the time and “Hat Man” being this thing that stands in the corner of your room. It’s one of those things people would swear is real until it happens to you, and even then, you’re supposed to brush it off. It was often chalked up to brain misfire, half-dreaming, and stress. That’s what I told myself anyway.

My name is Emily Stark. That name used to sound soft, elegant—almost sacred. It was spoken on red carpets, in interviews, on magazine covers, in credits after films, in signature lines beneath paintings, in animated series I helped create, and in songs people claimed saved their lives. I was adored. I was famous. I was “gifted.” I could smile in a way that made people forget how to breathe, and sing in a way that made silence feel holy. I was an actress, model, writer, philanthropist, painter,…

The night was calm. It rained in the afternoon, so the plants and soil were wet, the glow of the moonlight made the leaves flicker as the soft breeze started blowing, the remainder of the storm. I was standing in the middle of our kitchen. The heat of whatever Mama was cooking on the stove gave me the warmth I needed. I spent most of the day in the rain soaking wet looking for one of Mama’s new born goats. Our goat gave birth to two kids three days ago much to the delight of Mama. A fully grown…

Think about this for a second, when you delete a file, a video, an image, literally anything on the internet, where does it go? Is it technically still out there? Is it in the hands of someone else? Well, I sure as hell found out.

THE BEGINNING Every American child is familiar with the Statue of Liberty. Green woman. torch. crown. Greetings to the bunched masses, and the exhausted. Since 1886, she has stood atop that pedestal, grinning at cameras, ships, and school groups that wave back. The sole, covert goal of Division 0 was to ensure that she stood on her place. On one unfortunate day, they decided they won't monitor The Statue of Liberty. Midnight struck upon the clock, Guards patrol without focus.

The 4th Annual Harrison Boulevard Food Truck Festival was in high gear. Food, fun, and, and families were the main course at the town’s celebration. Three blocks of culinary delights included everything from BBQ, vegetarian, and desserts. Small bites and some candy carts splattered in between. The event is a tourism hotspot and a welcome boom to the town’s economy. The day was a scorching 98 degrees outside but people still came salivating to the event. Some locals grumbled about increased…

Bright colors, brat's laughter, lastly arcade pixels beaming on teens faces while playing left me with an odd expression. I was never used to this kind of scenery when I was 6. Jess, the popular girl that every teacher and classmates love to see in the hallways or in class, invited me to her birthday party. Why did she even acknowledge me in the first place? We never talked nor had any projects together so why?

It started in the girls' changing room after gym. Standing on the cold tile floor while scrubbing off the sweat with a wet wipe. I’ve been here so many times my movements are automatic, almost involuntary, whilst I am in my own mind, milling the minutes until next period.

Annabelle was the focus of a case that famed paranormal investigators Ed and Lorraine Warren took part in during the early 1970s, and is highlighted in the book The Demonologist. It has been stated that this is one of the most unusual cases of a possessed object on record.

I've always seen strange stuff, but this one's not a theory or anything. This is an actual experience I had once with VHS tapes. It even felt so confusing that it changed my point of view on SpongeBob. Just for a few days.

Hi there, I'm Gabriel. Today, I discovered something strange. I was chilling in my bedroom, only when I heard a sound. I followed where it came from, but it turned out to be my basement. Yeah, the basement. That room where it always had that stuff, VHS Tapes.

I always said that pain is just the tax you pay for looking decent. Every third Thursday, I visit the spa. It’s sterile, expensive, and private. Yesterday, my usual aesthetician wasn’t holding a wooden spatula. She was standing next to a metal arm that looked more like a dentist set up than a spa fixture. “The ‘Aura-Wax’,” the aesthetician beamed. “State-of-the-art. It uses thermal mapping and haptic sensors. It’s faster, more precise, and more private. No human eyes. Just the machine.”

Unfortunately, my brother is a bit of a loner. He likes to be alone most of the time and loves playing video games. He doesn't have many friends because he's not very social. I don't remember much about him, and his memories are almost forgotten, but there's one thing that my family and I all remember: Nan 102. I don't know how to explain it. It might sound silly and illogical, but, my brother, all I remember from that night and that incident is that he was playing a video game. He was playing…

After facing the Black Figure, the spirit of Genia Zianok was reborn in Dandy's World. He gained special powers over the virtual realm. At that moment, Genia's system file transferred into the DW game files. This made him more present to lure his target. The developers tried to erase the file to remove Genia's influence, but most of their efforts failed. A strange incident occurred when Genia invaded the BlushCrunch Studios Discord server.

My story began as a simple cabin boy... There I was, manning the "Steamboat Willie" the feeling of content swayed through my body along with the sea waves crashing along the sides of the steel fortress I steered. It didn't take long however for Captain P. to rear his ugly mug from the stairwell only to bark out orders to me.

Once upon a time in a remote village there was a very old hospital which had a forbidden abandoned wing inside it. Members of the hospital used to brush off the topic of this forbidden abandoned wing of the hospital because there were some people who used to say that this particular wing of the hospital is haunted and has some mystery hidden behind it.No one used to dare talk about that wing of the hospital because everyone was scared of that wing. One day a new nurse who had just recently…

Once upon a time in a remote village there was a very old house and the people who lived around the house used to say that this particular house is haunted and if people go inside that house many kinds of apparitions can be seen inside this house.There were also a few young boys and girls living in this village who used to laugh at those people who used to say that this particular house is haunted.So one day when it was night time and everyone was sleeping in the village these young boys and…

It was may 25th, 2005. me and my daughter Charlotte was heading to the park. she wanted to play on the play ground. i told here go ahead and that i’d watch from the bench. she went off and played with other kids. My neighbor and my daughter’s friends mom came to talk to me. we talked. i looked away from charlotte for 2 seconds…..i wish i hadn’t looked away…..i go to turn to see how charlotte was..but s..she was gone. omg i was so scared, i kept yelling her name “Charlotte! Charlotte sweetie…

The room was, as always, a mess: the bed was unmade, at least four mugs of unfinished tea sat on the windowsill, a backpack lay on the floor, and clothes hung over the chair. Some trash was scattered under the bed. But the owner of the room clearly had no plans to clean up. And where exactly was the owner? He was sitting at the desk with his gaming PC, hunched over as usual, frantically clicking the mouse and typing on the keyboard. The sound of gunfire came from the speakers.