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I shook and shambled as I fought with the lock. "That's all of them," I muttered to myself in the blinding darkness. I guess it worked. One spell from the tome, that wasn't a load. I did it. I summoned him.

The doorknob rattled behind me as I entered the void. The air black as pitch, only guided by my hand. The knocking started as I found my way to the stairs, each creak louder than the last.

I felt the ground in front of me, finally at the landing. I turned my head to the right, and froze. There he stood. Even through the murk, I saw his sickening visage. A somehow shimmering blade, illumin...
11:15 PM, 10/ 8/21 by Wolfman Lou | 0 comments | Write Comment

Where do I begin?

Well, I guess it happened when I was very young. Must've still been in third grade. The end of the schooler year was closing in. Definitely the best days for kids. I remember being really excited about the school field trip. It would be an amusement park.

End-of-school field trips are always a blast. I made sure I had the money for snacks and of course the arcade. That was my favorite part, to be honest, other than the rides obviously.

That day arrived and I went with all my friends. We were in a small group of four, Jason, Michael, Louis, and  I. We went on pl...
05:04 PM, 09/29/21 by Phantom Necromancer | 0 comments | Write Comment

I called him The Hat Man. He was a strange tall man that would visit me every night when I was a kid. I remember him vividly. He was a tall man with pale white skin and long boney fingers. He always wore a long black coat and black hat.

I remember that his face other than a single eye was completely obscured by his long black hair. He would always appear when my parents were asleep. Then he would just appear. I don't remember how he'd get in my room. He just kinda did.

He would just stand there. Staring at me from the end of my bed. I'd fall asleep with no recollection of feeling tired in t...
05:02 PM, 09/29/21 by Phantom Necromancer | 0 comments | Write Comment

I don't know exactly how to start this. I'm not exactly used to writing my thoughts down. But I wanted to write this just so I can put it out there and get it over with.

Halloween was approaching.

My friends and I were in 3rd grade at the time. We were excited about the holiday. We loved the scares and candy (mostly the candy). During lunchtime, we all sat together and talked about what we'd dress up as.

Jack wanted to be Ghostface and Tyler wanted to be Optimus Prime. I wanted to be Jason Voorhees. I don't remember how but the conversation changed to talking about "RattleBones"....
03:12 PM, 09/22/21 by Phantom Necromancer | 0 comments | Write Comment

Hello there, I've never really written anything before. But after what happened I have to get it off my chest. My best friend since kindergarten died a few months ago.

He was found dead in his apartment. Everyone just shrugged it off as "another junkie ODing". But I knew him enough to know that wasn't the case. Not like I could do anything about it. No one listens to me anyway. His name was Edward.

Recently I decided to look at some old photos with the two of us. For old time's sake. In a way, I'm still keeping him alive. Even if it's just preserving those memories.
I looked at a birth...
03:11 PM, 09/22/21 by Phantom Necromancer | 0 comments | Write Comment
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Wicker branches cut into Andrea’s soft flesh as she ran through the dense forest foliage. Her flashlight bobbed up and down as she sprinted through the woods. Andrea ripped her revolver from the holster in one swift motion and fired three rounds at the creature chasing her. The only discernible features of the beast were its dozens of luminescent cyan eyes. Its clicking and clacking filled the woods. Andrea hurdled over a rotten, moss-covered log. She fired three more shots; two missed and last hit one of the creep’s eyes.

Blue, shiny blood cascaded down the abomination’s face. An ear-piercing shriek ...

Nick stood outside of Shannahan's, smoking a cigarette. The cruel winter air stung his eyes and froze his face.

   Ring Ring.

   "What's up, sweety?" Nick asked.

   "Hey, babe, I'm sorry to bother you, but there's brown water pouring out of the sink, and there's a large wet spot in the ceiling that's dripping water,"

   "I'll call the landlord tomorrow,"

   "Okay, see you when you get home."

Click.

A wave of heat washed over Nick, thawing his nose and cheeks. He pushed past the crowd of drunken patro...

When I was younger, I partied a lot. My college classes were not a priority; I didn’t even wanna be in school. I just went so my parents wouldn’t think I was a disappointment. My life was a flurry of alcohol, drugs, and the occasional one-night stand. One night I lost a part of myself I can never get back.

My friends Lewis, Gage, and I were driving around. Sitting in the back of Lewis’ mini van, I tried my best to ignore the horrible music blaring from the speakers. Gage passed me a joint from the front seat and cracked open a beer.

“Pass me one of those,” Lewis said.

“Not while...

RugRascals

      So, if you're like me and grew up in the Nineties and cable, I don't need to ask you if you remember the Rugrats. The third show on Nickelodeon alongside Doug and Ren and Stimpy, it was their cash cow until a certain yellow sponge would go on to usurp the title years later. We all know about the Rugrats, and it's less successful spin-off, All Grown Up, and it's even less successful spin off Preschool Daze, but little does anyone know there was a spin-off of sorts made much earlier, courtesy of Gabor Csupo.
 I'm, of course, talking about Rugrascals. The premise of RugRascals was basica...
03:01 PM, 05/30/20 by Panic_Comics | 0 comments | Write Comment

I’m sitting in my bathroom, staring at the tip of the knife I plan to stab myself with. Don’t get confused, this is not a suicide attempt. No, this is something much crazier.

I need to remove my left eye.

I don’t really know what happened to make me reach this point or why exactly I have come to this conclusion, all I know is that everything will be fixed once I get rid of my left eye. I’m pretty confident that I’ll survive and that it shouldn’t have too much of an impact on the things I enjoy, so it’s not that much of a loss anyways.

The knife is an assisted-opening pocket knife ...

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