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Some Murders Should Stay Unsolved Part 2

Some Murders Should Stay Unsolved Part 2

First off I’d just like to clarify that everyone involved in my activities over the past few weeks are safe, for the most part. For those of you who haven’t read -PART 1- now would be a good time to catch up. My initial investigation into this case had its thrills to say the least. However, the events of the previous couple of days have changed everything.   Two nights ago, I woke up in the early hours of the…

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Some Murders Should Stay Unsolved

Some Murders Should Stay Unsolved

As a journalist, even a student journalist, you always dream of finding your gold mine. A story that leads you deeper and deeper into that bright maze until you’ve dried up its treasures. That is of course until you start digging with your own bare hands and instead of gold you find yourself clawing into a deep black abyss.     Funnily enough my story begins with a literal gold mine in Nevada County; the subject for my first major…

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My Uber Driver is Creeping Me Out

My Uber Driver is Creeping Me Out

Everything that has happened since I got a ride from an Uber driver has been just plain fucking weird. I’m just going to start with the Uber ride. My car is being worked on, so I’ve been using Uber a lot lately. Last week I ordered an Uber to meet up with some friends downtown for dinner and then drinks after. The little picture that popped up for my driver was a middle aged balding man named Greg. Greg had…

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Mistakes – A Two Part Deep Web Story

Mistakes – A Two Part Deep Web Story

Mistakes – Deep Web Story Part 1   Before I tell my story I would like to make one thing clear, by telling this story I do not encourage anyone to access the deep web. It is one of the darkest and cruelest places and should never be touched under any circumstances. I explored and my life will never be the same again. I am a hacker; I have never done anything to hurt other people, I’m just interested in the concept…

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Night Swim Inn

Night Swim Inn

Night Swim Inn Beth and I had a week away from Beth’s family’s summer home last August. It’s taken me a while to talk about this because…Wanting to do something romantic and remote, we booked a ferry to take us north to a island fishing town. On the way, I used my phone to look up some cottages we could rent. One was called, “Night Swim Inn”. “Here, I’ll get us this one,” I said, trying to show Beth the…

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Mumbling Thief

Mumbling Thief

Mumbling Thief By: Jarvis B. My name is Sally (NOT MY REAL NAME) back in 1986 when I was 15, my father was a state trooper in the deep south (I do not want to disclose the state because my father was a well known and well respected peace officer in his day). He was assigned to a rural outpost and was responsible for hundreds of miles of state highway covering a lot of hills and forested areas. So my…

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Midway – Creepy Pasta

Midway – Creepy Pasta

Midway – Creepy Pasta By Dakota Priest I pull up to the house and flip off the running lights and tug my keys from the ignition, picking up the bouquet I have nestled safely in the passenger seat and stepping out of my freshly vacuumed car. I trot up the stairs to my front door, spinning my keyring on my finger until I reach the lock, where I find the house key with ease and slip it into the lock….

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Six – Creepy Pasta

Six – Creepy Pasta

Six – Creepy Pasta By Dakota Priest My spaghetti falls right off my fork as I keel over in my chair with laughter. My dad is simply on fire tonight, roasting everyone at the dinner table. It’s all in good fun—even the victims of his witty quips are out of breath laughing. I cooked the dinner, but as always, he provides the entertainment. Attendants include me, my father, my aunt (his sister), my best friend Malcolm, and two of his…

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Landline – Creepy Pasta

Landline – Creepy Pasta

Landline – Creepy Pasta By Dakota Priest Zachary coos in delight as he “talks” to his grandmother over FaceTime. We don’t have a house phone, because we frankly don’t need them, since we both have cell phones. Face to face is better, anyway.  My iPhone battery is burning my hand, but as long as my little boy is happy, I’m willing to endure the feeling. I try to keep my tired eyes glued to the television screen, where plays a…

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Flash Mob – Creepy Pasta

Flash Mob – Creepy Pasta

Flash Mob – Creepy Pasta By Dakota Priest There’s no need to post this as an online status; it’ll only serve to start arguments and make people lose focus and pick factions on a matter about which they know next to nothing. There’s no need for me to waste money on buying a billboard. I don’t have money to fritter away while it’s still worth something. There’s no need for me to post this in forums that specialize in it—if…

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Fallout – Creepy Pasta

Fallout – Creepy Pasta

Fallout By Dakota Priest I’m in my car, headed across town to her house. My head nods rhythmically, slowly, while I listen to the low music coming through the speakers. It is very quiet outside. In fact, it’s silent. I cruise through the beautiful neighborhood, careful not to disturb the perfectly fallen blossoms on the ground. The end of summer is wonderful. I find it breathtaking. The cherry blossom trees that line this street are portrait-worthy; it’s surprising that one…

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Friday (Walk with Me) – Creepy Pasta

Friday (Walk with Me) – Creepy Pasta

Friday (Walk with Me) – Creepy Pasta By Dakota Priest I open my eyes just before the digital alarm clock on my bedside table hits 11:35 a.m. I stretch powerfully and crack my lower back and neck in the process, twisting so that the blanket engulfs me in a mangled mass of wrinkles and folds. I step onto the floor and head toward the bathroom. I have the strangest feeling of déjà vu. I like to ride these out, see…

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