https://youtu.be/XWcNsD63LQo The Script The Script During my childhood my family was like a drop of water in a vast river, never remaining in one location for long. We settled in Rhode Island when I was eight, and there we remained until I went to college in Colorado Springs....

https://youtu.be/7jZjlQOzBoo The Script The Script BREE, DON’T DELETE THIS! I know you hate me, but we were best friends once and I need you to read this. I think I’m in serious trouble and there’s nothing you can do, but I need you to read this so you understand. I...

https://youtu.be/cWmotqT1G0w The Script The Script It all started after moving into my new house. Yeah, that’s pretty cliché. Believe me, I know, but it’s what happened. I never experienced anything supernatural before and, though interested, I never really expected anything to happen to me. I was able to rent...

https://youtu.be/OpBfAi8UmSQ The Script The Script You wake up to find yourself lying flat in an unfamiliar and utterly filthy room. Your head pounds as you sit up and survey your surroundings. “Ohhhhww. . . What hit me?” You notice the room is dimly lit by a hanging bulb that threatens...

https://youtu.be/DXmDveglwVc The Script The Script It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you...

https://youtu.be/09cttg4Y4Vc The Script The Script I once thought I knew what it meant to be human, that throughout the course of my many years upon this Earth I had seen and heard it all, that the nature of life, death and suffering was as clear to me...

https://youtu.be/C7vvNKC2okI The Script The Script There is an unspoken rule that dictates that all stories, regardless of intent and genre, must be satisfying. So I’ll start by telling you right now that my tale won’t abide by that rule. My tale isn’t some leisurely read, not if I...

https://youtu.be/RxMaHGc78Nw The Script The Script 3 a.m. a neon sign flickers in the distance on an isolated stretch of highway, the roar of an engine cuts through the night air as a car speeds along. Behind the wheel sits a career criminal named Maxwell Sullivan, he’s celebrating pulling...

https://youtu.be/H1kRzs33Qzk The Script The Script Icy rain pattered on the damp leaves outside my window as I relaxed in bed. The bitterly frigid drops tapped against the panes of glass, as if they were knocking gently to request entrance. The warm glow of my lamp beside me bathed...