Short Stories True Crime Novels & Stories

“It’s amazing the ghost tour companies can be allowed to just fabricate stories like that.” “Well, there were some actual real people involved in that story. Not like the tale of the murdered teenagers in the 50s or 60s.” “Yeah, I heard it was completely made up.” “Absolutely no truth to it whatsoever. Trust me, I scoured the local paper archives and came up empty-handed. I find it hard to believe murders that gruesome could take place without any news coverage. Also could find no evidence there had even been a police investigation for a crime fitting the description. Pure fantasy, plain and simple.”

We emerged clean but marked—hickeys on my neck, light bruises on my hips from Jake’s grip, a pleasant soreness between my legs that reminded me of everything we had done. Breakfast was surprisingly normal on the surface; coffee, pancakes, laughter—but the looks we exchanged were anything but. Every glance carried the memory of tongues, cocks, and shared orgasms. This was only the beginning. I had never felt more alive. 😊

The silence of the old mansion was not an absence, but a thing, a velvet shroud that waited for the sun to drain away beyond the horizon. Anya always found the night shift the most intimate, a realm of darkness where day's proprieties opened out into shadow. Her new patient, however, was the secret at the heart of that realm. His file was a masterpiece of careful evasion, but his state was one she'd learned about in illicit medical texts and whispered legend. He was a vampire, and his needs were only just beginning to announce themselves.

I admitted. His breath was deeper now. And I found myself speaking up. I told him about the dream where my step uncle pinned me against the wall of my childhood home, my lips parted, wrists tied. I told him how he whispered filthy things in my ear while his fingers slid between my thighs. I told him how I begged. How I cried out. How I woke trembling and wet. With every word, my body remembered. The heat. The ache. He didn't speak. But I felt him listening. When I stopped, I was breathless.

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I take one last look at myself until I strike a pose and say,"Perfect," I hear mom from downstairs telling me to hurry up, so I grab my book bag and put on my glasses and was about to leave my room until I remember my most important thing. I go to my book-shelf and pull out a book that reads, Gone Girl by Giliian Flynn on the front cover. I've always loved mysteries; I can't remember one day where I wasn't watching Criminal Minds or Goosebumps in my room.

After bringing the suspect into custody to the agency, the detective seems to hear deja vu. The suspect says he's not at fault and also makes good arguments, but the lie detector catches something. The detective can also see (hear) that he is lying, among the suspect's documents, the detective finds incriminating evidence. A medical certificate for the day the moon died. He asks one of his colleagues to check the paper, after a single glance they come to a conclusion, and false. The police chief orders the suspect immediately arrested for lying to police and murder. The detective's case is closed again, but this time everyone celebrates and congratulates the detective. Reporters who hav

A man hit by a car in New York in 1977 got up uninjured, but lay back down in front of the car when a bystander told him to pretend he was hurt so he could collect the insurance money. The car then rolled forward and crushed him I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

"You'll get sentenced for murder! Are you an idiot?" Over the last three months, George busied himself with hiring attorneys and making police reports. However, without solid evidence, his assumption remained an assumption. He spread the truth online, but Clifford's law firm accused him of libel and painted him as my lover. As a result, he was mocked and attacked by netizens. I thought George would give up after all he went through, but little did I know he would sacrifice everything to bring my murderers to justice. George looked in my direction as if he could see me. His eyes widened in shock, and he smiled at me as he attacked Clifford. He plunged the blade through my invisible body into

"I'm too tired to look into whether any of you knew, but I want to remind you that if he could do something this disgusting to his childhood friend, he can do it to you, too. Think carefully about whether your brotherhood can really stand up to scrutiny." As soon as I said that, everyone's faces turned pale. The man who had just spoken for Randy suddenly grabbed him by the neck in a fury. "You said you were going to my house to drop something off last time I went out, but when I came home, I found one condom missing. My wife refused to admit it and said I remembered wrong. I even started doubting myself. Tell me. Was it you?"