The mystery story is two stories in one: the story of what happened and the story of what appeared to happen.
~ Mary Roberts Reinhart

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Nephilim Phenomenon by Jason J. McCuiston

Donna: Can u meet me?
Me: When?
Donna: Now.
Donna: In public. Safe place.
Me: Call me?
Donna: No. Como en Casa. 20 min.
Me: K
Dr. Hector Montoya looked at the cryptic text conversation again. He sat outside Como en Casa on the Av. Pres. M. Quintana, looking at the time displayed on his phone. Donna was late. He tried not to let the clandestine character of the texts stir his sometimes-fertile imagination. He battled a creeping unease, sipping his latte and watching the brightly colored array of passersby, hustling to and fro in the warm April sunshine. Buenos Aires was alive and well on this lovely Tuesday afternoon, and yet he felt a chill.
It had been over thirty minutes since he had responded to Donna. He reached for his phone to text her again. To make sure she was all right. But why would she not be? She was a renowned physician working for the World Health Organization, and she knew her way around the backwoods of the South American jungles like a native. What could possibly threaten he…

With Love, Veronica by Kenneth C. Goldman

This story first appeared in The Edge: Tales of Suspense #2, September 1998 with multiple subsequent printings.


They told me the fish were cold and they felt no pain.
But they were not the fish who told me.- Anonymous

I am, as you can see, an ugly man...

...not deformed, but certainly freakish in the Grand Guignol sense of the word, the make-no-mistake-about-it sense, and long past the point of fooling myself into believing I might hope for a normal life living among those who are not themselves social lepers. The school yard taunts are behind me now, but I have little doubt there are those who call me hideous behind my back.
Does my candor surprise you? It shouldn’t. I don't pretend not to see the disgust on the faces of others and how people nervously avoid me. Impossible not to notice. There are none so blind as those who will not see. Isn’t that what they always say, Dr. Antonelli?
I admit this without anger despite the unfairness of my circumstance, and I don’t tell you my stor…