Stories
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The Driving Game – A Deadly Late-Night Horror Story
No one knows who created the game. Maybe it started when the first cars rolled off the lot and took to the open road. Whoever invented it probably didn’t see this coming—or intend for it to end like this. Harold Pfinster and his friends called it the game. It was simple. On any two-lane road,…
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My Wife Was Replaced by a Mimic, and I Couldn’t Be Happier (Pt 3)
Proverbs 27: 15-16 15 A quarrelsome wife is like the dripping of a leaky roof in a rainstorm; 16 restraining her is like restraining the wind or grasping oil with the hand. I Was Going to Kill Her, But She Made Me Dinner The library wasn’t as helpful as I’d hoped. The biggest problem…
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My Wife Was Replaced by a Mimic, and I Couldn’t Be Happier (Pt 2)
Proverbs 27: 15-16 15 A quarrelsome wife is like the dripping of a leaky roof in a rainstorm; 16 restraining her is like restraining the wind or grasping oil with the hand. Breakfast, Bacon, and a Monster in My House I was wrenched from sleep by the relentless ringing of the doorbell. My head throbbed.…
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My Wife Was Replaced by a Mimic, and I Couldn’t Be Happier (Pt 1)
(Teaser) Claire came back from the mountains sweeter than ever—cooking my favorite meals, calling me “hubby,” folding the laundry. There’s just one problem. I don’t think she’s Claire anymore. Proverbs 27: 15-16 15 A quarrelsome wife is like the dripping of a leaky roof in a rainstorm; 16 restraining her is like restraining the wind…
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The Mirror Spoke Softly – A Dark Fantasy Horror Tale
The Mirror Appears Deborah placed the mirror between her bookshelves with the care of someone introducing a relic into their sanctuary, a kind of private cathedral built from books and stray paper and the quiet rituals of a solitary life. The mirror was tall and unnervingly elegant, the kind of object that seemed not merely…
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