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… ⇔ Sleepless Nights 168 Horror, Mystery, Thriller, and Suspense Short Stories by Tobias Wade Publisher: Haunted House Publishing LLC Publication Date: February 1, 2019 ⇔ The news said 33 miners were trapped when the mine collapsed. And why wouldn’t they? 33 people were pulled out of the ground. The men were buried 700 meters below the surface. There was no way in or out. But the miners who were… → Read More
The enthusiasm was deafening. → Read More
A wound that my mother says is a blessing in disguise, but I don’t see it. → Read More
“It’s hard to tell what we’re going to need… until we need it. Take care now.” → Read More
“You must never ask God and for anything. You must only thank him for what he has already done.” → Read More
“He’s going to hurt you, Mahjouba. You wouldn’t be the first either. Get out, or this may be the last card you ever receive.” → Read More
It isn’t the mundane type of secret either: Dad isn’t hiding any affairs, Mom doesn’t drink herself to sleep, and my sister doesn’t sneak boys or drugs up to her room. They do, however, all have th… → Read More
This was a first for me. I’ve never seen a doctor pronounce a child stillborn with a hand over its mouth to suppress its cries → Read More
It was the first time I’ve ever seen a Facebook ad for a missing person → Read More
When I was about to die, my life didn’t flash before my eyes. → Read More
The screen shakes erratically, and there’s nothing but splinters and lances of light and screaming. → Read More
The paper — the bottle — even the smooth archaic penmanship, all seeming ancient and untampered with. So what were the chances that it would be addressed to someone else with my name? → Read More
“Something’s coming Frankie, and I don’t want to be around when it gets here.” → Read More
“Don’t you worry, I still know how to paint a happy picture. I’m just saving it for the year when your mother finally forgives me.” → Read More
“What did you read?” I asked my brother, needing an excuse to look away. → Read More
I am not dead. Can you hear me? → Read More
Madness isn’t usually loud like it’s portrayed on the screen. It’s not bright either — no supernova of unfettered emotion or physical deformity to hint at the rot inside. → Read More
“Is your daughter…?” Dave began. → Read More
I hate how much sense he made at the time. I hate how easily I let it go. → Read More
@debooshka Don’t you dare tell me that there are lots of kids who look the same. Don’t pretend this is some sort of funny coincidence either, like the kindergarten teacher does. I’d know my baby girl anywhere. I know the way her hair smells, and how her soft little hands feel in mine. I know her giggling laugh, the way she puffs out her cheeks when she’s angry, and the light in her eyes when she… → Read More