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Twenty two tales that will keep you up long past the midnight hour and will etch fear into your very being.

The storm went on for hours. I sped up, trying to outpace it. The thing that followed us, everywhere we went. I wasn't sure if it was a judgment, if God or somebody was trying to punish us for what we did. Or-and maybe this was worse-it was just like what my sister said, in her messages. About the world coming apart.

- Lacey by David Wellington

The Gnasher vaulted over the chain-link fence and the Brute followed...