Emily glances up at the sun shining brightly off the windows and decides today is the day.  She will get her friend Jenna to go geocaching with her and get her addicted to it as much as she is.  After all, Jenna needs to get over Aaron.  She has been so upset about her fiancé dumping her at their wedding, that she just doesn't want to do anything with Emily.  So, she must take matters into her own hands.              "How do I persuade her to come with me?  I have it all set up.  I just have to find a way to make Jenna want to.  Maybe I could tell her that sometimes I find unusual things that are interesting.  I can tell her about the time that I opened a Altoids tin and a diamond ring was hidden inside."            &

From the very moment I stepped foot into this old farmhouse, I felt a dark presence that emanated from every corner.  At first, I thought it was just in my head and because I was afraid of the dark it messed with my senses allowing paranoia to set in.  The truth of the matter was much worse though.  Running out of options, I bought the place because it was dirt cheap, and someone had just abandoned it, so they sold the old place within a few days.  If I remember right, the closing was within a week of seeing the house in the first place.  That should have been the very first indicator of a problem, but I was too blind to see it till later.  My husband at the time, believed in things that went bump in the night but wasn’t as scared as I have always been, so he would tend to make fun of me, even though he had never seen things like I had. The minute I took one look at this beautiful old farmhouse with original hard wood floors and that it

As I start to feel weak and my vision fades to black, the last thing I remember of that moment is his voice, “It will only get better.”  Then I black out for a while before awaking to a noise on the outside of the window.A soft tapping noise, like a twig hitting the windowpane in the breeze, or something like that.  Opening my eyes, a sharp pain slices through my head like a knife and I feel like ten hangovers hit me at once in vengeance.  My stomach is tossing and turning and before I know it, I am forced to open my eyes again and rush to the bathroom to throw up everything I have had for the last day and a half.  I only know this, because I had pizza two days ago and I am fairly sure that I saw a piece of pepperoni undigested in the toilet.Feeling that overwhelming need to go to the bathroom, I find that I can’t even pee and all that comes out is some overly smelly gas that smells like something dead.  Sitting there for a

Every night for years, I had a dream where I was falling.  I would turn round and round as I fell farther down the hole.  It was dark and menacing, but before I fell, something would chase me that sounded a lot like a little girl.  The thing is the way she sounded, scared me to no end.  I remember one night.  I had just closed my eyes and then I heard it, a gentle scraping noise coming from the end of the bed.  Convincing myself that it was just something in my head, I keep my eyes closed and count to 100.  When I am done, I hear it again.  As I open my eyes, I feel the sheets begin to slowly lower as if someone was pulling them from the foot of the bed.  When I see the shadowy dark figure emerge, I scream out into the night.  Fearing no one will help me, I try to make my escape and end up flat on my face before realizing that my feet were still caught up in the sheets.  Struggling to get back up again, I

For about a year and a half now, I have been sleeping in my living room in my comfy black faux suede reclining chair in front of the fireplace.  My kids always thought it was odd that I had a bedroom upstairs that seemed perfectly fine, but I never used it once my ex-husband was gone.  Matter fact, I flat out refused to go in there after dark because it creeped me out to no end.  So, when I sit here in the dark with only a small lamp in the dining room for light to see where the bathroom is, I begin to wonder how I am not scared when I see the shadows move from behind me.  I guess it is because whatever is in my bedroom upstairs, feels threatening.  What is down here however, feels like it is part of me for some reason. I know that doesn’t make sense, but I feel that perhaps the shadows that move around me once belonged to either a little boy who died in a barn fire in the very early 1900’s or an older woman who died here just after that.&nbs