Horror
The Graveyard Hotel
The feast stayed with me long after I had finished my last bite and the last soul had departed. The salmon fillet. The brownie, rich and indulgent. It was a meal I could only dream of having. As though they had known precisely what I desired. Just like my room and the dress I wore. This had to be the strange series of coincidences because how was this all possible? Here barely a full day, I was still a stranger to the hotel.
By Jasmine Aguilar16 days ago in Chapters
Nothing To Lose Part 12
Jonas deals with a personal tragedy as he and Danny continue to hunt for the Bay City killer. Part 12 Jonas drove to the open park near where he lived. It was only a few blocks down the street from his house. From a distance, he could see the flashing lights of other responders. They were setting up a perimeter around the entire block-sized park. His nerves were frazzled. Fearing the worst, that it would be somebody he knew, Jonas pulled around a corner heading back toward the bay area. He got out and waited, being methodically slow about putting on his detective's badge.
By Jason Morton17 days ago in Chapters
Daddy's Home Part 2
Daniel returned home. Charles entered shortly after him. Charles looked at the tricycle in the front room. Daniel stumbled into his kitchen as he sobered up and started to comprehend what he did. His mind began to spiral as Charles walked around the house. As Daniel couldn’t believe that he released a random man from the sheriff's basement, Charles walked the house taking in the remnants of a broken home. Daniel started to think that what he did was a horrible mistake, his heart sank as he began to imagine the sheriff’s department breaking down his door and beating him down before locking him away for good or worse, killing him. Charles’ looked in Daniel’s direction as his eyes flashed light green, he put down the picture of the family’s last Christmas together.
By Christopher Shavers18 days ago in Chapters
The Deer are the Eyes of the Stars. Content Warning.
Chapter 3- Bayersville "-in other news today, the statistical likelihood for young adults fresh out of high-school has been steadily rising at an alarming rate; authorities have partnered with sociologists David Richards and Amy Arden, psychologist Michone Bradwell, and FBI profilers to figure out why and how these young people go missing, in addition to sleuthing out locations of cult activity and induction spots where cult members meet and interact with those outside of their compound-" a frustrated sigh and quick turn of the radio dial on the car’s radio receiver quickly plunged the car into silence. Lou was disinterested and fed up with the local news about whatever local events of relative importance were taking place in the area, and had been playing over the airwaves more than the actual songs or radio programs themselves; silence was the better alternative in Lou’s mind. Lou looked over at his map spread out over the center console, then at the fuel gauge, then up at the road through the rain pelted windshield, and barely notices the glowing yellow sign- glowing a sickly shade of aged yellow like old books and barely visible painted black letters that have gone bone white in some areas from years of sun and weather -choked by thick vines of green ivy, in time to turn off into a gravel parking lot home to a couple gas pumps that look like metal rusted relics bleached by he sun despite the poor excuse of what vaguely resembles a roof made of plywood and chicken wire. He pulls up next to a powder blue rusted gas pump and parks.
By Iris Chimaera2 months ago in Chapters
Penny Dreadful Chapter 4
Prologue Dear Diary, That feeling from a month ago has finally started to go away. The terrible gas station explosion news still makes me sad but there’s not a lot of that news anymore. I think I’ll stop watching the news for a while. The talk about the crop blaze a few villages over gave me mixed feelings. I got over it by seeing Mr. Joe at his new bakery. He looks happier.
By Christopher Shavers2 months ago in Chapters
Glass Winter | Chapter XXVII
They bound Sinner to a trunk, close enough for Sowne to hear his breathing once their captors departed, leaving them to rot in the dark. The murderers’ kith had kept itself alive through discourse, but the cold would claim them soon, as it had claimed Therath two sleeps ago.
By Andrei Babanin2 months ago in Chapters
The Graveyard Hotel
I ran my fingers over the envelope and along the edges of the black seal that secured the contents inside. There was no stamp and no return address. No such letter was found in my mailbox or even tucked in between the front screen door. The letter seemingly appeared out of nowhere on my kitchen table.
By Jasmine Aguilar2 months ago in Chapters
