Horror
Fractured Reality
Dr. Eleanor Harper navigated the hallowed halls of her laboratory, a sanctum pulsating with the energy of scientific revelation. At thirty-five, she carried the weight of intellect in every stride, a woman on the precipice of an uncharted frontier. Raven hair, kissed by strands of silver, framed a face etched with the lines of ceaseless curiosity. A lab coat, stained by the echoes of experimentation, draped over her shoulders, and stylish glasses perched on her nose. Eleanor's quest in neuroscience had birthed the Dreamcatcher, a device poised to redefine humanity's communion with dreams.
By Dominik Szabó7 months ago in Chapters
Something From the Roots Pt.2
You know how when you get this sick feeling that you shouldn't go somewhere you shouldn't be going but you go anyway? Well, I didn't listen to this "feeling of regret". If I would have just listened, I wouldn't have been caught up. But that day going to the woods to see the Pinkerton's cabin, something was out there, creeping, stalking, and looking. I don't know who or what it was. I just knew I had to find something to make good sense out of.
By IamSORELLE7 months ago in Chapters
The Gnawing Hunger Part Twelve
The pair arrived at the cabin a lot sooner then he had hoped for. A whole lot sooner then he had hoped for. And his stomach dropped as he realized just why Hawthorne picked her out. She was well and truly isolated from everyone else. So much so that it made him think of a horror movie. This definitely makes the poor woman easy prey for anything. Hell, she'd be easy prey for human beings who wanted to hurt her. If he were being utterly honest.
By Raphael Fontenelle7 months ago in Chapters
The Gnawing Hunger Thirteen
When Bo finally got back to the cabin, everything was quiet. There were absolutely no sounds or signs of life, either. Bo still held his breath as he walked into the room. Doing his best to possibly tip toe through the kitchen. Fearing that someone was up but that he couldn't hear them. And he didn't want to do anything to get them to notice he was there. Partially resisting the urge to hold his breath as he did so. Yet, there was no one awake or any real signs that someone was awake.
By Raphael Fontenelle7 months ago in Chapters
The Gnawing Hunger Part Fourteen
Despite everything that he tried to not think of the creature. He couldn't stop himself from it. Hawthorne cropped up in every single one of his thoughts. Bo had walked outside for the briefest moment to combat them. As he feared what his Mom, Grandpa, and Xander would say about his facial expressions. Or the fact that he was so quiet while standing there for so damn long. Every part of his thoughts were centered around the idea of hi-it showing up there. Forcing him to do terrible things, worse then before. Not making him just watch it work this time around. Forcing him to do things that he would deeply regret. Since it seemed to have some strange hold on him that no one else did.
By Raphael Fontenelle7 months ago in Chapters
The Gnawing Hunger Part Eleven
It wasn't that long until he found himself waking up. Struggling to not scream as he sat up in bed. Quietly putting his hands over his mouth to further muffle any form of noise. Trying to not wake up his sleeping friend. Fearing that Xander wouldn't just accept that it was a nightmare. Despite everything that had happened, he might not accept it. And he really wasn't in the mood to talk about any of this with him right now. Instead Bo struggled to calm himself down as he lay in bed. Putting his hands down from his face after a few minutes.
By Raphael Fontenelle7 months ago in Chapters
The Gnawing Hunger Part Ten
After struggling with Hawthorne for a moment, Bo found himself walking out with the creature. His hands were being held tightly in the other man's. It didn't feel so scary at the moment. In fact, he found it strangely comforting in a way. Though he would never admit to it. In fact, if he were pressed about it. He would vehemently deny the whole loving feeling.
By Raphael Fontenelle7 months ago in Chapters
The Gnawing Hunger Part Nine
Hawthorne. The skinny man was consuming his every thought as he sat on the bed. More then this painful hunger was doing deep in his stomach. Or whatever he could actually consider this terrible pain inside himself. As it felt so much stronger than simple hunger. As his dinner hadn't done anything to stop it. Neither did the pretzels that he had been munching on. Which seemed to only make his mouth run dry. The taste of the savory snack was so utterly disgusting to him.
By Raphael Fontenelle7 months ago in Chapters
The Gnawing Hunger Part Six
After a quick shower, Hawthorne seemed to be a lot better. A lot more alert than he did earlier that morning. Smiling ear to ear as he walked out. Wearing clothes that he borrowed from Bo. And Thorn promised to wash them before giving them back. He was so grateful that he had brought a belt with him. Otherwise the pants wouldn't have fit him properly. Though Thorn hadn't done much with his hair. It was washed and looked good but it seemed like a hassle. Bo asked,"Would it be cool if I braid your hair, Thorn?"
By Raphael Fontenelle7 months ago in Chapters
The Gnawing Hunger Part Seven
For the rest of the day, Bo kept an eye on his phone. It was kind of dumb for him to be hoping for something. After all, he just dropped off Hawthorne at that hotel not that long ago. And there was no way his Mom could get his stuff to him so quickly. Yet, there was a part of him that couldn't stop hoping for it. Or wondering how long it would be until Thorn could talk to him.
By Raphael Fontenelle7 months ago in Chapters
The Gnawing Hunger Part Eight
The idea of leaving the cabin had come up briefly in passing. As some of them didn't want to be in there anymore, he didn't want to be. Not after Arthur's murder. Death. Animal attack? Or whatever you could call that. Bo wasn't entirely certain what happened to Arthur could be classified as.
By Raphael Fontenelle7 months ago in Chapters
The Gnawing Hunger Part Four
For the rest of that night, the strange creature filled Bo's mind. The strange way it looked. How it just stared at him with those dead cold pale blue eyes. Like it were looking straight through him. There was this strange mixture when it had done that.
By Raphael Fontenelle7 months ago in Chapters