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I know what I saw that day, I know someone was in the house, because, after all, if my dad hadn’t unlocked the front door, then who had?

She didn’t have the attentive gaze of someone checking up on us. No, there was something more aggressive about it. Something almost predatory.

I cut the engines, trusting my ship’s forward momentum to take me the rest of the way to the stranger. I didn’t want to risk overshooting and having to turn around. I had the strange feeling I’d only get one chance.

I’m not sure how long it took me to realize something was off. One minute, I was second-to-last in our little procession, the next, I noticed the absence of Christine’s footsteps. When I turned around, she was gone. Not off in the distance or taking a break, just … gone.

“Let me out!” I shouted, “The Clock Man’s going to get me! Please let me out!”

There was no answer from the other side, not even the sound of Tommy and his friends laughing.

I remember hearing the sirens and seeing the ambulance’s lights in the distance, but my focus was elsewhere.

I could see it moving. The separation, I mean. Slowly, like the motion of the sun setting on the horizon. It was subtle, but it was definitely moving down. That’s when I realized that humming sound from this morning was getting even louder.

I’ve always thought reality shows were smut, pure and simple. In my personal life, I steered clear of them in favor of nature documentaries and other educational programming.

Have you ever been to a wax museum and stood in front of an exceptionally realistic figure? Sometimes, they feel like they’re about to reach out and grab you. Some of them almost feel as though they have a soul, or an essence of some kind. Well, being around Ms. Laramé was the opposite of that. I was looking at a living, breathing, moving person, but there was something wrong with this woman. She had no presence whatsoever.

I could have chalked it up to coincidence, but there was a clear pattern here. I had at least ten reports mentioning him. Was he a disgruntled employee trying to get back at the university for firing him? Was it sabotage?

It’s no secret big cities have pigeon problems. Toronto is no exception. Like rats in the middle ages, the disease-carrying vermin spent the past decade running amok and increasing their numbers. It was my job to try and keep Toronto’s ever-growing pigeon population in check.

Cake. Who would have thought you could be afraid of something as sweet and innocent as cake? I didn’t think it possible, until I broke up with my boyfriend last month.

I approached the water and peered at my reflection. The mirror-like surface revealed a face worn by years of stress and depression, but I could also see a twinkle of newfound hope in my eyes. Then, I looked up and spotted it: a half-sunken dock.

Did you know that you go blind for an average of 40 minutes a day?

Something odd happened at the morgue.

After finding a stranger’s severed finger in one of my father’s keepsakes, I decided I had to investigate further.

I couldn’t believe what he held in his hand.

I should have been terrified…angry…sad…but…I felt strangely calm.