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- Eight of Clubs: A young woman teetering on the edge of insanity has committed a heinous murder she can't remember.
Queen of Diamonds: Searching through an old trunk, you discover that your single-parent mother is not your mother; you were abducted.
Three of Hearts: You wake up with sore, ink-stained hands. Next to you is a journal, written in a language you can neither read nor identify.
Ten of Spades: A prominent downtown hotel lobby has become a place where shadows linger long after their owners have left. - Three of Clubs: An irresistibly attractive woman is possessed by an ancient and bitter succubus.
Jack of Diamonds: Citizens turn increasingly violent as the air over a major metropolitan city goes deathly still for days on end.
Eight of Hearts: You meet the man/woman of your dreams, but every time you have sex another dead body turns up somewhere in town.
Seven of Spades: Every time you put on your new glasses, one in ten people you see have a black aura surrounding them. - Seven of Clubs: A violent demon passes from host to host by touch.
Two of Diamonds: A person arrested for a string of thefts discovers a twin s/he never knew existed.
Queen of Hearts: An mp3 player that was dropped in a lake now details the life of a woman who drowned there.
Four of Spades: A man gets a tattoo on his hand, then it starts growing and spreading. - Two of Clubs: A bored group of rich, suburban housewives mess with a book of magic.
Ten of Diamonds: Out of the corner of their users' eyes, forum avatars scream in agony and struggle against the boundaries of their frame.
Four of Hearts: Portions of a young boy's skin start to irritate him and feel like "they don't belong." Genetic sampling proves him right.
Eight of Spades: The tide comes in and keeps coming; its filled with small black fish with a taste for human blood. - Queen of Clubs: A jukebox foretells the death of anyone who selects Nick Cave's "Red Right Hand."
King of Diamonds: At every intersection you see an elderly black man in a suit, hat and glasses, but when you look directly at him, he disappears.
Four of Hearts: Portions of a young boy's skin start to irritate him and feel like "they don't belong." Genetic sampling proves him right.
Six of Spades: At Noon the sun is eclipsed...but not by the moon.