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After we got married, we built our house to our exact likings. It wasn’t a mansion or anything, but it was exactly what we wanted. Kimmy had her art studio, I had my office/man cave. It was our palace. It was just outside the middle of nowhere, close enough to other civilization that we didn’t feel all alone in the […]

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He Never Wanted To Be A Surgeon

He started as a surgeon. He wasn’t world famous or anything, but he took pride in his work. It wasn’t his plan in life to become a surgeon, but rather the path chosen for him at a young age by a brooding, overbearing family. His father was a thoracic surgeon, as was his father before him, his sister a neurological surgeon, and his brother an ophthalmic surgeon. He never really cared for the family business; sure, the money was good, but it wasn’t what he wanted to do. He simply went the route his family directed him to go in. Eventually, he graduated med school and became a vascular surgeon. He came across his first three subjects at a gym in a nearby town. The first was a well built 30 year old man who he came to find out, after inspecting the contents of his wallet, was named Adam Bond. He kept Adam in a small room that locked from the outside, most times strapped to a table with feeding tubes, that is when he wasn’t sedated. He did the same with his second and third subjects, 29 year old Richard Townsend and 27 year old David Smith. He was always a bit different from his family. The men in his family were all strong, outgoing individuals, and the women all gorgeous and brilliant. He, however, was shy and timid, and physically much less imposing than his kin. While […]

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The Tiptoeing Stranger

I was laying on the couch around 11:30pm one night last week. I was watching a DVR’d baseball game I’d missed earlier that evening due to a dinner at my in-laws house. My wife and daughter were in bed, but I had taken a week off work and when I do that, I use up every possible second of time awake I can get. Everything was going as planned for a while, in that I wasn’t doing a damn thing. I wasn’t worried about work the next day, I wasn’t stressing about work from that day itself, I was perfectly content. Now, before I go to bed every night, I go around the house and close all the blinds and make sure all the doors are locked. Since I was still up, I hadn’t done so yet. The way my house is set up, when you’re on the far end of the couch, you can see down the hallway and into the kitchen, where there is a window on the far wall. The way I was laying, I had a direct line of sight. When I was starting to get tired and had decided to go to bed, I looked up from the tv, and I saw the silhouette of someone peeking in the window in the kitchen. For a moment, I was frozen in fear. I didn’t know what to do, I’d never been in this sort of a […]

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Why We Moved In And Out Of A House In 3 Days

My parents bought a house when I was 10 years old after living in an apartment since I was born. I was so excited, it was right near the school, my friends all lived within a relatively close range, and summer had just started. It was perfect. We moved our things in over the course of about two weeks before we finally moved in.   After ordering pizza and playing games to celebrate our first night in the new house, it was time for bed. Being 10 years old, I had severely underestimated how creeped out I would be with living in a whole new environment. When I first laid down, I could have worn I saw the slihouette of a man outside my window, but upon closer inspection there was nothing. Nonetheless, I fell asleep rather quickly. I was awoken at around 2am by a loud thud that came from under my room. Of course this scared me so much I couldn’t even go get my parents to alert them. I sat in my bed as I listened to a scratching noise that seemed to be coming from the floor itself and the sound of things being moved around.   I eventually rationalized that it was my father down there organizing some things, and just reasoned away the fact that it was so late. The noises went on for about another hour before abruptly stopping around 6am. I went […]

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Stories Of A Crime Scene Cleaner

As of this writing, I have been a crime scene cleaner for 5 years, 11 months, and 22 days. It’s not a pretty job, as I’m sure you can guess. The technical term would be “biohazard remediation”, but I’m all fancy like that. I clean up nasty shit. I work for an independent cleanup company that is hired by both law enforcement and private parties. I’ve done it all, homicide cleanup, suicide cleanup, decomposition cleanup after an unattended death, hazardous materials removal, industrial accidents, infectious disease contamination. Everything. But I’m not really writing this to talk about the job itself. I’m here to talk about the bizarre, unexplainable, downright *wierd* things that have happened to me in my almost 6 years as a crime scene cleaner. Though 6 years isn’t exactly the longest time to have been doing this, I have quite the collection of experiences to recount.   My third job was a suicide cleanup. The victim was a 26 year old woman who had taken her father’s shotgun and discharged it with the barrel in her mouth. She did it in the “family room” of her parent’s home while they were away. Before her death, the room was *entirely* white, save for the TV mounted to the wall.  Though the family room was the primary scene, we were told that detectives believed that the victim was practicing self-mutilation through cutting shortly before her death, in the basement bathroom […]

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The Tunnel

In the Virginia mountains, roads go directly through mountains, via tunnels dug through them. Last year, I was travelling from Florida up to the Midwest, and took the route that took me through the aforementioned Virginia mountains. The trip went fine until I got there. Normally, I found myself driving either alone or with one or two other cars on the road. At one point, though, traffic became heavy.   I was in a line of cars approaching a tunnel. It was moving slow due to some unseen obstruction ahead. I entered the tunnel and crept along slowly with the rest of the cars, before coming to a stop. The westbound road was at a standstill, while the eastbound road was wide open with no cars heading in that direction. I was almost dead-center of the tunnel, just for reference. Lights lined the walls of the tunnel, illuminating everything within. Until they didn’t. The lights all simultaneously shut off, making it quite dark in the tunnel.   Sunlight was the only source of light in the tunnel now, but it only reached so far from each entrance to the tunnel. Me being in the middle, I was essentially in the dark. A car a few behind me pulled onto the eastbound side and sped ahead of the rest of us that were stopped. I redirected my attention to him, and watched him drive the rest of the way down the […]

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The Outside Friend (Poem)

There once was a boy with a friend who lived outside He’d come to the boys window at night and smile so wide He’d whisper he wanted him to come out and play But the boy would complain he had school the next day The weekend came and there were no more excuses The boy snuck out out his window while his parents were snoozing The friend said he had a fort in the woods But the boy was worried, didn’t know if he should But the friend convinced him, and off they went And walked until they came across a broken down tent The two went inside and the boy never came out The parents woke up the next morning with screams and shouts Their little boy was gone, vanished with no trace The police received letters, laughing in their face The parents wished they had listened to the boy when he told them about his new outside friend They thought it was his imagination and play and the boy was just making pretend 10 years later, they received their last letter, with a note that provided some hope They walked to the place where the tent once stood, there was now a man hanging by rope With an arrow on his shirt pointing down to the ground so they dug until they pulled something out The shovel hit something and the man looked down and gave out a […]

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A Strange Therapy Appointment 

The following event took place in 2010.  I am a therapist who specializes in addiction. Have been for quite some time, and probably still will be for years to come. But something happened in 2010 that made me question if I wanted to remain in the field, even if I ever wanted to interact with another…human being…at all. I am not going to give my name or location, or the name of the patient due to privacy guidelines that I’m currently breaking. I’ve kept this story inside me for years now, and it’s time someone else knew. __________ It was time for my 1:00pm appointment, and the receptionist called me and told me the patient would be walking in momentarily. I thanked her and waited. The patient, a young man I will refer to as John, who had a problem with methamphetamine and PCP, walked in looking severely distraught. His clothes were a mess, dirty and torn to shreds in some places. His eyes were deeply sunken into his skull, with bags underneath them darker than midnight. His lips were dry and cracked, and his nose was running, with blood caked at the bottom of his nostrils. It looked to me like a going through a severe case of withdrawal. ”You’re not looking too hot, John.” ”No shit…” He replied as he slowly sat down. ”Are you withdrawing? How long has it been?” ”I don’t know what it is. I […]

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