When I first moved into my apartment, the landlord told me a strange thing. “Always check that the room is the right one before entering.” It didn’t take more than a month for things to get interesting...

My name is Emily, and my son Daniel has been killing people. Although the likelihood of anyone believing this is slim, hopefully someone out there will heed my words. It’s not exactly that simple. Daniel lost his battle with muscular dystrophy six months ago...

There is a small village on the Island of Hawaii called Ola'a. Nobody would ever guess the terrible secret this village holds, following the accidental drowning of a young boy many years ago...

All it took was one simple story to make me realize my own arrogance. I’m going to break one of my own rules by telling it to you, but try to understand...

I look at the clock, 2 A. M. I know whoever is at the door is not here to help me...

As I collapsed into a chair, my father told me of how he’d found her hanging in the basement that morning when he noticed she hadn’t come to bed. She had been there all night and beside the chair she used was a tear-stained note addressed to me: "I’m so sorry, Jamie. Wherever you are. I should have believed my own eyes. I abandoned you. Can you ever forgive me?"

At first we thought nothing of it, a little creepy of course, but nothing to dwell on. It was then that we spotted a dress in a nearby stream...

Mr. White looked up sharply, just in time to intercept a knowing glance between mother and son. The words died away on his lips, and he hid a guilty grin in his thin grey beard...

"I am writing this under an appreciable mental strain, since by tonight I shall be no more..."

At first Johnson thought it was a joke. In the rearview mirror, he could see it clearly. The sign was tacked to a stick that was stuck in the ground just beyond the paved shoulder. Screeching to a halt, Johnson stared at the faded handwriting: ELSWORTH'S FAMOUS SPIDER PETTING ZOO