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The Midnight Baker
The aroma of cinnamon and nutmeg drifted from beneath Mia’s barely cracked window, making her stomach growl. Her next-door neighbor must have been baking Christmas cookies again. The scent reminded her of the legendary pastries that appeared on doorsteps each Christmas Eve—creations so perfect they belonged in a museum rather than on someone’s doorstep. The cotton sheets rustled as Mia rolled…
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The Thanksgiving Séance
Emily’s fingers grazed the frayed edges of her grandmother’s recipe box, a worn artifact of decades spent feeding the family. The box’s hinges creaked as she opened it, revealing a jumble of yellowed index cards, their surfaces etched with faded ink and flour-dusted corners. A gust of November wind rattled the windows; its mournful howl echoed through the colonial home that had been in the…
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Paranormal Podcast 2025
Search through the Mystical Night Media Research site to see if your sighting has been reported, and use the comment section to add your sighting. If the place is nowhere on the site, send me an email at mysticalnightmedia at gmail dot com and I will add it.
#BigFoot#Bureau County Illinois#Christain County IL#Christian County#Illinois#Paranormal#sightings#Taylorville#UFO
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The La Sayona
America is the melting pot of the world. For over 13,000 years, people have migrated to this land, and their ghosts have migrated with them. A sliver of moon, sharp as a curved blade, hung in the Illinois sky. Its pale glow washed over the deserted highway below. The September wind raced through the cornfields, causing the withered stalks to sway and groan. In the distance, the sea of corn…
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Book Sale $13.99
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CHMM1W41 Investigating the paranormal is no joke. Make sure your equipment is ready before anything else. Next, you must assign roles to each team member and remember who did what. Finally, you write stuff in a notebook but don’t remember where the readings came from or what voices you heard in what room. Oh, let’s not forget about packing the stuff and remembering…
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Should "The Unearthed" be expanded upon? Maybe a novel or novella?
Leave a comment on the story's page at: https://traciehicks.com/2024/08/16/the-unearthed/
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The Unearthed
Amber shivered as a biting wind whipped her hair across her face, penetrating her jacket like icy fingers. Each gust carried a low, guttural moan that seemed to rise from the depths of the earth, a haunting chorus of the land’s agony. The air above the excavation site was a toxic mixture of diesel fumes and raw, earthy soil. The hidden sun cast a desolate pallor over the scene, as if nature…
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Halloween Fair
Dear Diary, I’m sitting here at my oak computer desk, trying out my new black balance ball chair as the sun sets on another autumn day. Looking out my bedroom window the streetlights flicker on revealing the grim transformation of the neighborhood’s trimmed, green yards into makeshift haunted cemeteries. Of course, these fake resting places will vanish by the end of the weekend. Replaced, not by…
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The Miracle Drug
Tiffany stared in horror at her reflection, patches of blond hair littering the floor as bloody tears streamed down her face. The promising life she had built for herself – a management position, a home of her own, a Trans-Am, and a circle of friends – felt like a distant memory. The downward spiral had begun with her first marriage, a union that would ultimately shatter her world. She met him…
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Thank you to all who downloaded my E-book during the For Free sale. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0D5395W33
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Daydream Writer
Sitting here at my window looking up at the stars, how they sparkle in the night sky like diamonds. It makes one reflect on their life. Do I have regrets? Yes, but those regrets one must learn from, in which I did. Who would have known that the signs were there when I was a child, just to ignore them? Maybe, I was just not ready yet. Ever since I can remember I have daydreamed. It is easy, as a…
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