Getting out of bed is never easy. I wake up in the dreary morning light that peaks through the ragged bedroom curtains. I try to go back to sleep for an hour, but my brain’s already too loud. After struggling against the pull to start my day I give up…

Time is a made up concept, but so am I. I guess that makes time important then, right? My Austrian grandparents were opposites by all accounts: my grandmother was sweet and kind while my grandfather was hostile and narcissistic. They bickered endlessly and seemed to loathe each other. …

Am I an alien from a different planet or am I just happy to be here? Spoiler alert: It’s the first one. Maybe. Wishing to be Found When I was small, I daydreamed that I didn’t belong to my family. I didn’t look or act like anyone I was supposedly related to, and aside…

Carmen is hunting for someone tonight, but she doesn’t know she’s been tricked until it’s far too late. Is the hunter doomed, or will she make it out alive? Carmen’s bare feet hit the wet cobblestone. Was the ground sticky from Alcohol? Blood? She told herself it didn’t matter. Her…

Farida has a complex relationship with her elderly father. On another road trip across California to see him, something, or someone, strange starts to follow her. Trigger warning: Death Farida sulked as she watched the gas meter tick. The trips to her father were getting expensive. Why’d he only have…

There’s something peculiar about the staircase in Jacob’s new rental. Is management just cutting corners, or is something more going on? Jacob carried in the last piece of furniture; an oak accent cabinet Marigold inherited from her grandmother. He set it against the knee wall of the stairwell just as…

A week of insomnia has lead me to hyper analyze my entire life in terms of music. That’s a normal thing to do, right? Sleep has been one flighty bastard lately. I sleep until two or three a.m., then the muscle aches and pulling pain in my spine become too…

Nova and Georgia work in The Haunting, the place in the underworld responsible for Urban Legends. But after ten years, Nova has become restless. Is there something more to life for someone who is already dead? Bloody Mary, room five. Hanako-san, room seven. Mothman, room eleven. The overhead speaker squealed…

I keep pushing the social media boulder uphill and it keeps crushing me. Maybe it’s okay to be a pancake. Confession — I’m not usually a fan of articles that complain about social media. By now, I’d like to think most people understand that it can be toxic and depression…