Pinelawn Tales Vol. I

So I work at a cemetery. Pinelawn Memorial Park to be exact. My family has owned it for nearly five generations, and I’ve been working there since I was 12 (officially since I was 15). Cemeteries, I know, are sort of inherently creepy, and despite my family being in the…dead…people…business(?) since long before I was born, I still have always found […]

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Pitch

He blinked his eyes several times, that’s when the feeling of dread first washed over him like the first sheet of rain in a particularly nasty storm. From eyes closed to eyes opened, there was no difference. He was surrounded by pure darkness, unable to even see his hand when it was nearly touching his nose. Am I blind? His […]

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A “Mother’s” Obsession

This is rather long, but considering it spans nearly three decades, that’s to be expected. Much of this I don’t remember, for obvious reasons, but over the years I’ve spoken with my mother and other family members about everything, and I’ve written their accounts down as accurately as anyone could. Apart from that, I’ve gotten copies of all the police […]

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