This must be the hundredth time I have woken up on this damn subway covered in blood and body parts. If I have to spit one more ear lobe out my mouth again, I swear I am going to shit a brick. Nothing changes. It is the same thing over and over. There’s the red head over there draped across the seat. One of her green eyes is dangling out of the socket and her legs are … [Read more...] about The 12 A.M. To Nowhere
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I had just settled down for the night with a good book and a bottle of whiskey. The paperback I was reading was from 1987--C. Dean Anderson’s Torture Tomb. The cover had appealed to me so I snatched it up at a thrift store. I nestled into my recliner, flipped it open to the beginning, and started reading. Then there was a knock on my door. “Unbelievable. Every … [Read more...] about The Paranormal Journal of Ezekiel Kincaid Entry 3: Brandon
Atlas of Lore #1 Oregon We're happy to announce we are almost done with our first publication "Atlas of Lore - Oregon." In this issue, we will have 5 original short horror stories based on Oregon's haunted lore. We are also including the legends behind the stories in the issue along with original art, photography, articles, and a re-release of an H.P Lovecraft classic short … [Read more...] about Puzzle Box Horror Presents – Atlas of Lore #1 Oregon. Coming July 2020
Sometimes, it’s not just the living who need help moving on from the past…but the dead. I set the recorder down on the kitchen table. “Do you mind if I record our session together?” “No,” Sara said, then shifted in her seat. Sara Cane was a wife and mother of five. She had long blonde hair and deep brown eyes, which in those moments, were full … [Read more...] about The Paranormal Journal of Ezekiel Kincaid Entry 2: Michael
The sky was drowning the Oregon Coast during the summer in 1932, that Monday--August 4th--had brought two unexpected inches and it looked as if they were going to get at least that many more before nightfall. Harvey glanced up at the dark and angry storm-clouds overhead, his dirty rain-streaked face bore an unfortunately stern look. Harvey paired up with Jack, both men were … [Read more...] about When the Bandage Man Finds You