Supernatural
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She pushed into her chair, arching her back until her muscles rippled with a satisfying burn. Then she glanced out the window. Her stomach folded into a knot. The sky had never been that color before—flat, inky, and impenetrable. She fought down a flare of anxiety as she sent her final file, entered her time…
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November the 21st—an afternoon that had started just about as unremarkable as any other. It was one of those blustery days where winter had just begun to wrestle the hold of the weather away from fall. The sky blanketed in a bright but heavy shroud; a fog that inspired nothing but unease. I sat on…
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Normally, she liked the cool touch of the stone beneath her bare feet; but tonight, it only felt stiff and icy—like a foreshadowing of the mood that awaited her. She fidgeted with the skirt of her dress as she waited for the council to settle into their seats. She knew she wasn’t going to lie…she…
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The Cane house—the stuff of small-town legends. A wreck that had been condemned long before all but the town’s oldest residents had been born. Misguided souls sometimes attempted to arrange a petition to have the site preserved; but they were always mocked out of possibility, and their efforts faded to be recycled when the town…
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I like cats, so…here you go. He was used to noises in the alleys. But unlike the mortals, Dante didn’t fear them. Sounds were harmless—or they meant fresh prey. He was familiar with the slithering of a rat, or the rustling of a raccoon, or the pecking of a bird. But this one…this one, he…
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This story was inspired by the architecture and histories of older college campuses. Surely there must be ghosts hanging around at least a few of them? Closing her eyes didn’t really help. The room cloaked in darkness, with only a crooked thread of light to peek out from between the curtains. If Khloe squinted, she…
