Fears
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From the Case Files of Steven LaChance It was years after I left the Screaming House when I encountered one of the most intense cases outside of my own personal experiences. It was autumn, and I was called to a home in Southeast Missouri. Through conversations with the homeowner, I suspected it was most likely…
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Some legends refuse to stay buried. There are places in this world where history and legend become so intertwined that separating fact from fiction is nearly impossible. Cartagena, Spain, is one of those places. Hidden among its centuries of history is a disturbing tale involving a mysterious coffin, unexplained deaths, a Serbian aristocrat, and a…
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From the Case Files of Steven LaChance Something happened to me recently that upset me. I am talking about really upsetting me. It brought back those memories from the Screaming House so clearly; I felt like I was back there living it all over again. I thought I was over it. I thought I had…
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From the Case Files of Steven LaChance In June 2007, I got a call about a family that needed help. They lived in a house in the Missouri woods, which they claimed was haunted. The wife had been held down and supposedly beaten in the shower, and the door to the oven had been ripped…
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HAUNTING STORIES: FROM THE CASE FILES OF STEVEN LACHANCE Sunday, October 25, 2026 By Steven LaChance I woke in the night, adjusting my eyes to the darkness of the room. A faint light filtered through the window, shadows moving when cars passed on the street below. At first it was only noise, small shifts in…
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What do you suppose Christopher Isherwood meant when he wrote these words? “I am a camera with its shutter open, quite passive, recording, not thinking.” The beginning is easy enough to understand, and it is the part most often remembered. I am a camera. Isherwood was a writer observing the world around him, recording the…
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You know what aggravates me? I mean, can I talk openly with you all without someone going off the deep end because they accidentally recognize themselves in what I’m about to say? I hope so because you know me. I’m going to say it anyway, and preferably before my coffee gets cold. I’m tired of…
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I sit on the edge of the bed at 4:30 in the morning and think about all of the fractures in a life. There is something about this hour that strips away distraction. The world is quiet enough that truth begins rising to the surface whether you want it to or not. I think about…
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These past few weeks have started to feel a lot like growing up all over again. That quiet rhythm of war in the background, the constant awareness that something bigger could happen, the thought of nuclear war just sitting there while we go about our daily lives. It gets into your head if you let…
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Crazy will always be one of my favorite books I’ve written. First of all, how it was written is different than anything else I have ever done. In 2006, I was personally asked to come to an old truck stop restaurant on Old Route 66. The Tri County Truck Stop in Villa Ridge, Missouri. They…
