Rona Vaselaar
Rona Vaselaar is a graduate from the University of Notre Dame and currently attending Johns Hopkins as a graduate student.
There’s Something Weird About The Chicken Coop On Our Farm: Part Two
I scrambled to my feet, swinging the backpack onto my back, leaving the flashlight – which had turned back on – in the dirt. I lunged for the rope and pulled myself up with a strength I didn’t know I had. A few moments later, I was out of the chicken coop, gulping in gallons of fresh air.
After Finding Out The Terrifying Truth Behind My Gym I’m Abandoning My New Year’s Resolution
I saw the hole in the floor. I got closer and realized that there was a door in the floor, with a ladder leading down underneath the locker rooms. I tried to shrug it off, thinking that it probably just led to some electrical shit. But this weird feeling was nagging at me.
My Childhood Music Box Was A Thing Of Nightmares
“I don’t like this box. It’s pink and it’s creepy.” She held it up in her left hand, her right poking at the ballerina on top. “And why is she so SKINNY?” she huffed. “She looks dead!”
I Used To Take The Overnight Shift In The Morgue, And Here’s Why I Never Will Again
My breath hitched in my throat because somewhere in the back of my mind I had seen enough to know what it was. But the rest of me was still clueless. Fighting this internal battle, I turned slowly towards the table.
We Inherited A Hundred Year Old Photo Album, And What I Found Inside Terrified Me
Out of the thirty-two pictures in the album, we identified twenty of them. All of them infants, all of them dying within a few months of being born. We might have been able to identify more, I suspect, but some of the stones were so old that the inscriptions had been rubbed away and were unreadable.
My Dad Is An Ex-Cop, And This Is What Happens When They Make Enemies
Pain is a very strange thing. It can sharpen your senses, make the world seem clearer, if applied in the right dosage. But if there’s too much, then it begins to blur everything and you find that your world no longer makes sense. That was how the world seemed to me, a soupy mess of nonsense. There was pain, of course, thick and ever-present. But I couldn’t tell where it began or where it ended.
I Had My Last Therapy Appointment A Couple Of Weeks Ago, For Good Reason
I’ve never much liked psychologists.
There’s Something Weird About The Chicken Coop On Our Farm, And I Need To Investigate What’s In There
And those eyes – oh, God, those eyes.
An Old Friend Tried To Get Revenge On Me In The Most Twisted Way Possible
I took a deep breath before I spoke, praying that this would work, please, God, let this work.
This Mysterious Box Contained Everything About My Past, But No One Knew How To Open It Until I Met Someone Who Could (Part 2)
It’s been a while. I don’t know if anyone can read this. It’s my most desperate hope that this somehow finds its way online – and that someone can save me from reality, because reality has become too heinous to bear.
Someone Please Help Me — I Have Two Bodies And I Don’t Understand Why
At seemingly random times, I would become completely catatonic. Someone would call my name and I wouldn’t respond. I wouldn’t blink. I wouldn’t move. Sometimes, it was even hard to tell if I was breathing or not.
Every Halloween, I Have A Story I Like To Tell
I liked Ben, I really did. I mean, he was a nice guy. We had some fun times together in college, messing around the dorm, going to parties, all the dumb shit that college guys do. He was cool and all, but he was a little… pretentious. Well, I guess the word he used was “artistic.”