RehnWriter

Chance encounters are common, even in the middle of the night, or especially in the middle of the night. The man who taught me and my friend Sebastian how to crack vending machines, though, was anything but common. The two of us had gone out like usual, on a whim ...

Premonitions. They always happen at the strangest time, and always out of nowhere. One second, everything’s all right, the next I witness something horrible. My friend Paul and I were sitting on his living room couch, having a few beers. Suddenly, his drunk face was replaced by an empty, blood ...

Working at a retirement home is a tough job. The hours are long, overtime is a constant, and the pay is low. And yet, I never hated the job. No, I always enjoyed helping people and did my best to guide them through the last years of their life. All ...

If you’d ask me ten years ago where I’d see myself now, it definitely wouldn’t be working at a cleaning company. No, I’d tell you I’d run my own successful business. I had high aspirations when I was younger, and I even dropped out of school to choose some vague, ...

My friend Josh was my polar opposite. He was a young successful entrepreneur and, frankly said, filthy rich. I on the other hand was a perpetual failure, who lived in a small one-room apartment, always looking to make it to the end of the month. While Josh owned a flourishing ...

I guess everyone has heard about a Craigslist horror story, but no one expects to end up in one. I’d been thinking about leaving the city life behind for a while now. I guess I couldn’t stand the bustle of the city anymore and longed for a more remote life ...

We always think we know who our friends are. Hell, I’d known my best friend Martin for the better part of two decades. After what I saw today, however, I realized that I never knew who he really was, and what he’s capable of. I began working for his company ...

This is a story my grandpa told me. When he was younger, he worked with the Soviet police, the Militsiya. He told me many stories about that time. Most of them didn't have a happy ending. Grandpa admitted he'd done his share of bad things, but he often tried to ...

I first met Michael during a supplementary lecture at university. I only attended it for a few easy credits. Michael, I would learn, was in the same boat as me. Over the first two months, we bonded and eventually went on a date together. He wasn't exactly my type, to ...

A week after we’d officially moved into our new house, an older, lanky man appeared at our front door. “Who is it?” my husband Joe called out from the living room, busy setting up furniture. “An old man, probably a neighbor,” I answered. With that, I went and opened the ...