Tag: Mystery

Roland and Hayes

“Is there anything to be said for it?” “I really haven’t the faintest.” Two silhouettes haunched over a grave offered no prayers. Yet, it was not an occasion entirely lacking in reverence. The strange light of the lantern diffused spectrally through the fog like…

The Walls (Creepypasta Original)

There was no fear then. The shadows that the trees cast as night fell held no terror. It was comfortable to watch the world grow dark. Now the inky shadows that bleed from the closet induce panic. How did I regress to such a…

Tea for One (Short Story/Creepypasta/Original)

I felt the chill. Let it sink in. Now that the drunken shouts and laughter had decayed into murmurs, I was beginning to feel the night. My fire provided warmth enough for the kettle that swung on a hook above it. I however was…

TFS 41 – Luis Barroso Fernandez ~ When UFOs Attack

AHHHHHHH! A UFO Attack: The Mysterious and Deadly Barroso Incident

Getting in the Mood for Mystery

Or Notes for Pedants and Spoilsports It’s altogether easy to lose your sense of wonder. Especially when questions can be answered instantly. But it isn’t the answer that kills the magic. It’s the speed. It’s the lack of space. Mystery is a living thing…

The Cottage – Chapter Twenty Nine – (Short Story)

There was a sensation of whirling, of spinning headlong blindly through ether. It felt like eternities had passed between the clap and the first glimmers of some strange purplish light. “Holy shit it’s laser Floyd!”  Jim exclaimed facetiously. “Are you familiar with physics?” Germain…

The Cottage – Part Twenty Eight – (Short Story)

Jim was stuck again by the shift in atmosphere. With all these bodies luxuriating by the firelight it was indeed downright homey. The warmth was pleasant. But it was also naseuting. Jim did not trust these fine feelings. He did not want comradarie with…

The Cottage – Part Twenty Six – (Short Story)

The fire was already blazing. Its warmth and the presence of people gave the austere cottage a homey feel. Jim was surprised by the party that had gathered. There were four guests. Which to his accustomed isolation qualified as a crowd. Elsa was stoking…

The Cottage – Part Twenty Five – (Short Story)

It took awhile for Jim to regain his senses. The dusk had settled. There was nothing left to do but head for shelter. The thought that terrified him most was that anything was possible. He kept feeling himself pulled along by strange tides. All…

The Cottage – Part Twenty Four – (Short Story)

“It is a science as mercurial as whimsy. The tides that pool between the stars are arranged like shifting sands. It is not a thing for the mind of man. That is the reason for intermediaries. A Hessian may master English but neither the…