was being invaded by a second ghost--the ghost of a door-to-door insurance salesman. "Care to buy insurance, ma'am?" Another ghost followed into her after him. "Gas Comp'ny, ma'am!

he needed--the best-told creepypasta ever--was found in the NY Times. I can tell you which object is the MOST cursed, however: The NES game "Snoopy's Silly Sports Spectacular".

the best of our ability." The FS Officer wiggled his mustache and vanished into the inkwell. The rest of us had paid for a whole lecture, but he skipped the remaining orientation!

pain and death some time or another, and to be honest, he wasn't sure which he'd find behind that door. It wasn't his death that concerned him, however. He flung open the burning

-prano, but she just flicked her tongue out at me and stalked off. That gila monster never did trust me again after I skipped out all my AA meetings, and our love suffered as a

-lause, frightened by the loud noises. The SEC had to fend off throngs of Vegan protestors to investigate Granny's sausage factory, and discovered they secretly contained no meat.

Vivica Vlasic was looking out far horizons. She remembered at 13 when she started noticing the looks. How long they had been going on before she noticed was besides the point. Then

Vivica Vlasic sat in the darkbright sipping some haphazardly found concoction the shamans say nothing about. They charged through the nose. Sometimes the tickle almost wasn't worth

He do a large budget parody of Singing In The Rain set in Auschwitz after performing a train based monologue. The resulting fury was harnessed by top scientists and syruped into

-round the ho, ho, ho' was a hit with the tongs. Not so much with the Fu Manchu. Which is why 'cock-around the ho, ho, ho" wasn't allowed in his new haunted castle. Gourmet ghosts

The Electoral College Oracle spoke of the President that was to come. The Electoral College had cast their votes for President in 2055, the 1st year someone born in 2020 would be e

tell an army man when he's had enough to drink! There was one thing left to do before midnight: Waste more time on Folding Story or get back to my incisive Nu Pogodi slash fiction.

Funny thing is, I didn't know, at the time, that I was was looking for it. I was looking for some trim. I swear to Eris, I was. She doesn't care. I didn't have to put it so crudely

George answered his own question by drawing a pistol from between the cushions of his La-Z-Boy. "If I find the cookie jar empty," here George cocked the pistol, "I'll know why." It

Quick as a flash George is wearing a deerstalker hat, an Inverness cape, & he is holding a large magnifying glass. "Then my dear, er, me, the game is afoot." He never got a cookie.

Having no heart, she pumped her blood using her brain, which overtaxed it and led to cloudy judgement on her part. But leaders like the Queen of Mars were better off without love.

wiped the blood from his hands. This made fifteen murders in Mayberry since Boxing Day. Barney thought that Goober had been acting suspicious, but Andy assured him that Gomer had

quickly "corrected" himself. "High kilter. That is what I meant to be saying. You run an orderly military like operation here Herr Santa." Santa remembered why Jaeger was on the

It came so often: waking, sleeping, whenever. "Who will scry the onions now, Marta?" She didn't feel safe in her little cottage near Preskoblask, or in her own body, or mind. Marta

"Come, let us sit upon the ground and tell sad tales of lost cub leaders," said Miles. "Five cubs, twelve directions," said Joe Merlot, the clocksmith's son. "The holy is not lost,