Horror

As One Possessed
I’ve followed the witch throughout twenty-eight lifetimes, chased her across the changing continents, and pursued her on the seven seas. Each time I drew close to her, the sorceress slipped through my grasp, forever eluding my hold. Every place she has been, the murderess left behind nothing but death and destruction. My immortality depends upon hers, so her death I seek.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Chapters
Glass Winter | Chapter VI
“Don’t drink the water, Medved!” Quinart pulled the husky away from the edge of the punt, “There’re shards of ringwoodite just floating about.”
By Andrei Babanin2 years ago in Chapters
Descent: Part Thirteen. Content Warning.
Sasha was nearly at the top step. The strange boy beside her still in lock step. Mary wasn’t where I had left her, instead she now sat with her back against the wall and was staring at the bodies of Sherman and Shunsuke. I slowed, torn between trying to help her and sprinting, close as I could manage, down the aisle. But she waved me off.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Chapters
HAL
Everyone was now making bone blades and stripping the threads from their mouths. When a window appeared two helped another push through to what they hoped would be freedom and redemption from this hell hole. The voice said "STOP", the flames shot down, but everyone was in control of themselves now so did not end up as one of the charred piles.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Chapters
Descent: Part Twelve. Content Warning.
Dear reader, thank you for rejoining me for the next installment of this ongoing series. I am desperately sorry that it has taken me so long to get here, but I hope this story will be entertaining enough to make you forgive me.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Chapters
Glass Winter | Chapter V
“Where does one even find a beehive in a frozen barren?” Sevt reapplied the honey onto his scars after removing the bandages of animal skin.
By Andrei Babanin2 years ago in Chapters
Before It Ends. Content Warning.
As I entered my mom's bedroom, it was dark and hard to see with her dark blinds up keeping the light out from the windows. I tried to turn her light on but it wasn't working, so I turned my phone flashlight on and shined it towards the bed. I saw my mom laying there with her eyes wide open, fear in her eyes as she looked straight ahead above her, her body was stiff as a board like she couldn't move.
By Luna Verity2 years ago in Chapters
Shadow’s Serenade
A blast of wind surges into the room, and I sit up, shuddering. The velvet shades twine themselves, moving among each other as the wind yells. The ancient wooden windows squeak, a update of how this hacienda holds on to its final breath. The ancient, uneven sleeping cushion moans as I move, and my feet twist at the coldness of the floor.
By Shams Says2 years ago in Chapters
601: Bad Man From Bodie
Chapter 1 Bodie, California, 1880 A crumbling, bullet-riddled sign barely clings to its post at the western entrance, ominously declaring: "NOW ENTERING BODIE."
By 601series2 years ago in Chapters
Smashing Through The Window
The three of them were at the window now but were going to work together to get at least one of them out. Two of them lifted the third and pushed him out, smashing the window.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Chapters
The Whispered Truth Chapter 2:The Trap . Content Warning.
Chapter 2:The Trap The darkness was suffocating, pressing in on Claire like a living thing. She could hear Marcus breathing, slow and deliberate, somewhere in the shadows. Her grip tightened on the knife, but her hands were slick with sweat. “I don’t know what you want,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady. “But you need to leave. Now.” Marcus chuckled, the sound low and menacing. “Oh, Claire. Always playing the innocent victim. But we both know that’s not who you are.” She tried to track his movements by sound, but the storm outside masked everything. Rain lashed against the windows, and thunder growled in the distance. She took a cautious step back, her bare foot brushing against the coffee table. “I changed,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m not that person anymore.” Marcus scoffed. “Changed? You don’t get to walk away from what we did. From what *you* did. Do you even remember her name?” Claire’s stomach twisted. She did remember. She remembered everything. The girl, the accident, the way Marcus had convinced her to cover it up. She had spent years trying to forget, but the guilt never left her. It clung to her like a shadow. “Jessica,” she said, her voice breaking. “Her name was Jessica.” “Good,” Marcus said, his tone mocking. “At least you haven’t forgotten her completely. But that’s not enough, Claire. You don’t get to hide in some quiet little town and pretend it didn’t happen. There’s a price for what we did.” Claire’s heart pounded in her chest. She took another step back, her mind racing for a plan. “You think I don’t know that? I’ve paid every day for what happened. But you...you disappeared. You didn’t face anything.” “I didn’t disappear,” Marcus said, his voice closer now. “I survived. While you ran away, I was cleaning up your mess. And now, I’m here to make sure you pay your share.” A sudden flash of lightning illuminated the room for a brief second. Claire caught a glimpse of Marcus standing just a few feet away, a twisted smile on his face. She lunged forward, slashing blindly with the knife. He moved faster than she expected, grabbing her wrist and twisting it until she dropped the blade. Pain shot through her arm as she cried out. Marcus shoved her back against the wall, pinning her there. “You always were weak,” he sneered. Claire struggled against his grip, but he was too strong. Desperation surged through her. She needed to think, to do something—anything—to get free. Then she remembered the wine glass she’d left on the coffee table. With all her strength, she kicked out, catching Marcus in the shin. He grunted and loosened his grip just enough for her to break free. She darted to the table, grabbing the glass and smashing it against the edge. The shards glittered in the faint light. “Stay back,” she warned, holding the jagged glass like a weapon. Marcus laughed. “You’re not going to hurt me, Claire. You don’t have it in you.” She glared at him, her breath ragged. “Try me.” For a moment, they stood there, locked in a tense standoff. Then Marcus took a step forward, and Claire acted without thinking. She slashed at him, the glass slicing across his forearm. He hissed in pain and stumbled back. Claire didn’t wait. She bolted for the door, fumbling with the locks. This time, they turned, and the door flew open. She ran out into the storm, the cold rain drenching her instantly. She didn’t look back. She couldn’t. Her only thought was to get away, to find help. But as she sprinted down the empty street, she heard his voice behind her, carried on the wind. “This isn’t over, Claire. You can’t run forever.” She didn’t stop until she reached the police station, bursting through the doors and collapsing in front of the desk sergeant. By morning, Detective Harris was sitting across from her in a small interrogation room. She had told him everything—about Marcus, the note, the past she had tried so hard to bury. Harris leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. “We’ll find him,” he said. “But you should have come to me sooner. If what you’re saying is true, this guy is dangerous.” Claire nodded, her hands still shaking. “He won’t stop until he gets what he wants.” “And what does he want?” Harris asked. She hesitated, staring down at her hands. “Revenge.” Harris sighed and stood. “We’ll keep you safe, Claire. But if he knows where you are, this won’t be easy.” As he left the room, Claire felt the weight of her past pressing down on her. She had escaped Marcus once, but now she wasn’t sure she could do it again. And deep down, she knew Harris was right. This wasn’t over. It was only the beginning.
By COU2 years ago in Chapters
The Whispered Truth Chapter 1:The Note. Content Warning.
Chapter 1: The Note The rain pelted against the window of Claire Dawson’s small apartment, creating a rhythmic tapping that matched the anxiety pounding in her chest. She sat at the kitchen table, staring at the folded piece of paper in her trembling hands. It had been slipped under her door just an hour ago. On the front, written in sharp, deliberate handwriting, were four words: “I know what you did.” Claire’s stomach churned. The words were like a cold blade pressed against her skin. She unfolded the note, hoping for more context, but the inside was blank. Nothing to explain who sent it or what they thought she had done. Her mind raced through possibilities. Could it be a prank? Or something more sinister? For the past three years, Claire had lived a quiet life, working as a librarian in the sleepy town of Blackwood. But she hadn’t always been Claire Dawson. She glanced at the clock. 9:13 p.m. The streets outside were quiet, the kind of silence that could only exist in a small town during a storm. She grabbed her phone and scrolled through her contacts, hesitating over the name “Detective Harris.” He had once told her she could call him anytime if she felt unsafe. But what would she say? That she got a creepy note? He’d laugh it off or, worse, ask questions she couldn’t answer. Claire set the phone down and locked the windows and doors instead. She double-checked the deadbolt, her heart pounding louder with each twist of the lock. She tried to distract herself, pouring a glass of wine and sitting on the couch with a book. But every creak of the floorboards, every howl of the wind outside, made her jump. By midnight, exhaustion overtook her. She fell asleep on the couch, the note clutched in her hand. Claire woke with a start. The clock read 3:47 a.m. Something had jolted her awake—a noise, faint but distinct. It sounded like the scuff of a shoe against hardwood. Her heart raced as she reached for her phone, but it wasn’t on the coffee table where she’d left it. She froze, her breath catching in her throat. Then she heard it again, closer this time. Someone was in the apartment. Claire’s mind flashed back to the note. Was this connected? Was someone here to hurt her? She reached under the couch cushion and pulled out the small kitchen knife she’d hidden there—a habit from her past life. Footsteps echoed in the darkness. The intruder wasn’t trying to be quiet anymore. They wanted her to know they were there. Summoning every ounce of courage, Claire crept toward the sound. The knife felt heavy in her hand, but she gripped it tightly. Her pulse thundered in her ears as she peered around the corner. The living room was empty. The door was still locked. Then she heard a whisper, soft and chilling, coming from her bedroom. “Claire…” She bolted for the front door, but as her hand grasped the knob, she realized it wouldn’t budge. The locks were jammed. Panic set in. The whisper came again, this time closer. “Claire, you can’t run forever.” She turned and faced the dark hallway leading to her bedroom. Slowly, a figure emerged from the shadows. They wore a black hoodie, the hood pulled low over their face. In their hand was her phone. “Who are you?” Claire demanded, her voice trembling. The figure tilted their head. “You don’t recognize me? I’m hurt. After everything we went through?” Her blood ran cold. The voice was familiar. It had been years, but she’d never forget it. “Marcus…” she whispered. He stepped closer, pulling back the hood to reveal his face. Marcus Trent, the man she thought she had escaped. The man she thought was dead. “Miss me?” he said with a smirk. Claire backed away, her mind racing. She had to get out, but Marcus blocked her only exit. “I told you, Claire,” he continued. “You can’t run forever. Not from me. Not from what you did.” Before she could respond, the lights flickered and went out, plunging the apartment into darkness.
By COU2 years ago in Chapters