Two detectives are on the hunt for a suspect that has taken girls that turn up dead a few days later.

Kevin and Danny have a long overdue heart-to-heart and Danny is surprised by how much Kevin already knows. Bell and Sam drive out to Glen George to settle some issues they have with the boy's overall story.

Dr. McHarg treats the patient brought in on the lifeflight. The boy is in a terrible state and there is confusion as to what caused his injuries. He'll survive, which may not be a good thing.

A clueless man believes his wife left him and took the kids, unaware that the truth of their disappearance is far more sinister.

Two Werewolves clash. A giant boar enters the scene, for real this time and a Life Flight carries someone away. It ain't all bad, but it ain't all good either. The Battle Royale plays out while mysteries are revealed and people get hurt.

I did not drown you. The water did that, patient the way water is, filling the shape of you the way it fills anything that stops moving long enough. I only watched. [continue reading in the full stream...]

The sunroof shattered, showering Marcus in safety glass. From the backseat, the sound of a seatbelt clicking open echoed through the quiet. Marcus felt a freezing breath against the back of his neck.

Words began tracing themselves into the fog on the inside of the window, as if drawn by an invisible finger. DON'T LOOK UP. A second later, a loud, wet thud echoed from the roof of the car.

He turned his head around to look into the back. The woman was sitting right there. He looked back into the mirror—empty. The entity only existed when he looked at it directly.

Marcus looked down at his dashboard GPS, his heart skipping a beat. The app wasn't showing one passenger icon—it showed two.

"Gatehouse Keeper," a solitary figure operating within a "forsaken sphere" characterized by absolute environmental and social entropy. Rather than a mission of restoration, the Keeper’s role is one of witness and preservation, acting as the final point of resistance against an all-consuming "perpetual doom." This analysis evaluates how the Keeper’s specific physical and psychological profile enables him to function as the sole repository of human legacy in a landscape defined by erasure.

"The Theater of Anguish" by Charles Conley, presents a profound and unrelenting exploration of psychological suffering, the loss of agency, and the eventual dissolution of the self. The text characterizes the human experience as a state of perpetual confinement—both physical and mental—where the subject is besieged by memories, guilt, and a "relentless tide" of horrors. the work suggests that once the "fabric of sanity" unravels, the individual transitions from an active participant in life to a passive "marionette" controlled by internal and external forces of despair

The muzzle flashes illuminated the room for a microsecond, revealing a massive, elongated shadow stretching down from the ceiling right above him. As the bell struck for 9:15 PM, a cold hand clamped over his mouth.

Sitting in the rusted rolling chair at the desk—the third seat from the window—was a tall silhouette. David looked up over the top of his phone. The chair in front of his naked eyes was completely empty.

Through the thick wood, he heard the distinct, sharp click of high heels walking down the empty corridor outside. A soft, distorted chuckle echoed through the keyhole

The last entry was dated yesterday, written in fresh, gleaming ink that was still slightly tacky to the touch. It was his own name..

The living room ceiling began to sag downward, bowing under an immense pressure. Slowly, the silhouette of a massive human hand pushed through the drywall from above, the white dust falling like snow.

A few inches beneath her floorboards, a massive, hairless face was pressed flat against the wood from underneath. It stared straight up into her flashlight beam with milky, unblinking eyes.

Matt and Margaret are looking for a house to die for. Stanley has exactly what they need.When the young newlyweds arrive at an isolated, decaying fixer-upper, the eccentric seller guides them down into the suffocating dark of the basement. But what lies beneath the floorboards changes everything. In this pitch-black thriller, a routine real estate viewing turns into a lethal game of cat and mouse—where the trapped are far more dangerous than the trap itself.

The switch clicked down, but the wet breathing continued, unbothered by the lack of power. That night, Clara woke up because the temperature in the room had plummeted.