Joel Farrelly

I couldn’t help but scoff. “You saying you’re a Ghostbuster?”
“That’s putting a bit too fine of a point on it for my liking. Plus, I think the title might be taken.”

Despite the vicious nature of the crime, even back then the world as a whole didn’t care enough about surrealist Danish cinema to take much notice and the case never gained enough traction to garner its own media attention. Still, the investigation was well-documented by all authorities involved, provided you knew where to look.

You are probably going to read this and think that it’s a joke. That’s what It wants you to think.

A Halloween adventure gone wrong.

“When you die, your soul is mine.”

I’ve written about a lot of really weird shit. Researching said shit has led me to engage in some pretty questionable activities in the past: breaking into abandoned government installations, consuming mind-altering chemicals, and even making OKCupid profiles. But I’ve never felt like my life was truly in jeopardy until the time I tried to write about a video game.

For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.

Logan wasn’t a great student, but that fact never really seemed to bother him.

Last week, a pdf was sent to me from an email address I didn’t recognize, which isn’t uncommon in my line of work. Strangers send me scary stories and bizarre documents on an almost daily basis and I encourage it. But the pdf in question was unlike anything I had ever been sent and I decided that the only way to properly convey its effect would be to simply let you read it for yourself.

So a couple of years back, a bunch of top secret files became declassified thanks to the Freedom of Information Act and according to one of these files, the government had secretly converted the Control Center into a CIA research facility shortly after it was officially decommissioned in 1965.

The look on my face must have been pretty telling because Julie immediately stopped what she was doing and followed my line of sight over to the large flesh-colored papier-mâché sphere perched on the bottom shelf of an old bookcase that had been mostly hidden by the encyclopedias we just moved.

Police tape was draped across the entrance to the parking garage and two officers in full riot gear were stationed beside it. I rolled down my window and asked them what had happened.