Jack Follman
Jack has written professionally as a journalist, fiction writer, and ghost writer. For more information, visit his website.
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There’s Something Haunting Our Childhood Home In Washington, And I’m Going To Get To The Bottom Of It
Tom first responded with a nervous laugh, then a hiccup, before he finally gave a soft answer. “Something was after me. Something in that house was after me.”
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The Truth Behind My Friend’s 2009 Suicide Is More Terrifying Than I Ever Thought Possible
That last of the wine still processing, I got up to relieve myself, but stopped as soon as I stood up next to the bed. Something was off about the room. A childish sense of fear had started to seep into my sobering mind. Someone was in our apartment.
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When I Was 12 I Learned The Terrifying Truth Of What Can Happen When You Prank Call The Wrong Person
I immediately laid eyes upon the old man who had been in the casket, up on his feet staggering in my direction like a zombie, just about 10 feet behind me. His yellow eyes shined like a cat’s in the night and his mouth slowly dropped open as he finished another clumsy step in my…
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In 1987 I Spent Three Weeks With My Grandparents, And I’ve Never Told The Truth About That Summer Until Now
I turned myself around in the chin-deep water. I saw what froze Sam. Swimming below the surface in the deep end, going from side-to-side was a dark figure. About the size of Sam and I, whatever it was swam swiftly and seemed to have no interest in coming up for air.
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I’m Ready To Tell The Grisly Truth About What Happened To My Boyfriend On Board The Yacht I Stole
I grabbed Ray's hand and felt something thick and wet transfer onto mine. I looked down at it. Deep, red, blood. "You have blood all over your hand."

















