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The Hollow Man: When Memories Fade, He Comes for You
The wind screamed through the empty streets of Shady Grove, Oklahoma, carrying the smell of rot and something far worse—something like burning flesh. The town was a husk, abandoned by life, forgotten by time. People weren’t just dying here—they were vanishing. Entire families blinked out of existence, leaving no trace, as though they’d never lived at all. But despite the emptiness, a legend persisted. The Hollow Man.
By Jason “Jay” Benskinabout a year ago in Horror
Hallow Scream
The Oklahoma sky, black and bruised, seemed to press down on the earth like a suffocating hand. A windless night. Not a whisper from the endless rows of corn that stood rigid, as if paralyzed by something unseen. Jaclyn stood on the edge of the Applegate Estates, staring at the skeletal barn in the distance, her heart heavy with a sense of dread she couldn’t explain.
By Jason “Jay” Benskinabout a year ago in Horror
The Depths Below
Jaclyn moved into her new home at Applegate Estates on Old Hwy 90 in late September. The house was perfect in every way—quaint, quiet, and complete with a backyard pool. It sat still under the fading sunlight, an eerie calm surrounding it. Despite its beauty, something about the pool unsettled her, a strange heaviness in the air whenever she looked at it.
By Jason “Jay” Benskinabout a year ago in Horror
The Killer Call
In the isolated town of Applegate Estates on Old Hwy 90, Jaclyn lived in a house so old it seemed to groan in protest every time the wind blew. Her days were simple and quiet until a new smartphone arrived at her doorstep, sleek and black, inside an unmarked package. She hadn’t ordered it, but there it was—gleaming, far more advanced than anything she’d seen. Thinking it might have been a gift, Jaclyn powered it on.
By Jason “Jay” Benskinabout a year ago in Horror
The Upward Waterfall
The Whispering Pines forest held a secret, a dark legend passed down through generations: The Upward Waterfall. Unlike any natural formation, this waterfall defied the laws of nature, its waters flowing upward into the sky. But it wasn’t the waterfall itself that made the locals tremble. No, it was the thing within it, the entity that lurked in its depths, pulling in anyone foolish enough to venture too close. Many who sought the waterfall never returned—swallowed by the shadows, their screams said to echo endlessly through the woods.
By Jason “Jay” Benskinabout a year ago in Horror
The Curse of Chief Sapulpa and the Chieftains
In the shadowy depths of the Arkansas River woods, a once-reverent village thrived under the iron fist of Chief Sapulpa. Celebrated for his strength and dreaded for his ruthlessness, he ruled alongside his chieftains—warriors bound by loyalty, ready to die for their chief. Yet beneath their proud village fester an ancient curse, woven from blood spilled long ago.
By Jason “Jay” Benskinabout a year ago in Horror
The Cursed Fog of Applegate in Sapulpa Oklahoma
In the small, forgotten town of Applegate Estates on Old Hwy 90, a heavy fog clung to the streets like a shroud, giving rise to chilling legends. The townsfolk whispered about a night when the mist would awaken, calling forth the spirits of those who had disappeared without a trace. On the longest night of winter, residents locked their doors, fearing the fate that awaited anyone brave enough to wander into the fog.
By Jason “Jay” Benskinabout a year ago in Fiction
The Door That Whispers in the Dark
Jaclyn had always felt like an outsider, never belonging anywhere. The feeling gnawed at her constantly—a need to escape, to find a place where she could be alone, in peace. The house on the edge of Applegate promised just that: a secluded corner of the world, far from the noise of everything and everyone. It was ancient, worn with time, but that didn’t matter. To Jaclyn, it was perfect.
By Jason “Jay” Benskinabout a year ago in Fiction
The Marionette’s Strings
Author Notes: The Marionette’s Strings is a psychological horror story that delves into the terror of losing control, exploring the fragile nature of free will and the haunting possibility that our lives may not be our own to command.
By Jason “Jay” Benskinabout a year ago in Fiction
