Hello blog family, As you all know, today marks the beginning of that most sacred and holy of seasons in human culture where we all gather together to share scary stories in hopes of appeasing the four-armed, four-legged ursine monster known as the Octo-Bear. For those of you who missed yesterday’s announcement, the name’s Daggit. I’ll be taking over Jack’s little website for a while. And for those of you who didn’t miss yesterday’s announcement, it has come to my attention t

Cover Art by Clockworkreapers Tales from the Road: The Abandoned Zoo Story Part One. The stench of decay and manure saturated the hot, sticky night air, clinging to our skin like wet Saran wrap as we walked down the broken sidewalk. It assaulted my senses, permeating the fabric of my clothes and mixing into the fresh sweat from our two-mile hike. The only way to get to where we were going was on foot–the unused roads having lost their battle with mother nature and her army of

(Note: The following blog entry contains minor spoilers for "Tales from the Gas Station: Volume Four") A hot, arid breeze swept across...

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I learned something pretty interesting today. Apparently, hanging upside down for too long can be fatal. We were suspended by rusty...

In case you were following along with the events at the gas station on my original blog, I apologize that my other website was taken down...

I must confess this process hasn't exactly been easy for me. Wading through the memories of what happened feels like digging through the...

One of the very few perks to living with a rare terminal illness is the way nothing ever seems important enough to get stressed about....

At the edge of our town, there’s a shitty gas station that’s open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. If you were to go inside,...