Horror
The Eternal Darkness of Blackwood Manor
In the depths of the rural countryside, where the moon dipped into the horizon and painted the sky with an eerie glow, there stood a foreboding structure that whispered tales of unutterable horror. Blackwood Manor, a monolith of malevolence, loomed over the landscape like a specter of doom, its turrets and spires reaching towards the heavens like skeletal fingers.
The Cult of The Red Triangle
Detective Sarah Grey stood outside Pinewood High School, her mind racing with questions. The break-in at the gymnasium had been unusual, but the note they found in the locker room sent a chill down her spine. It wasn’t just a break-in; it was a warning. The message had been clear: "RUN." As the officers secured the scene and forensics began analyzing the symbol on the gymnasium floor, Sarah and her partner, Detective Mark Stone, returned to the station to review the evidence.
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The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle AuthorPublished about 10 hours ago in Fiction The Cult of Red Triangle
Detective Sarah Grey was eager to start her first day at the Pinewood Police Department. The small town had always been quiet, with its tree-lined streets and friendly community, but Sarah was ready for action. She had moved from the city, hoping to bring her skills to a place where she could make a difference.
Through a Mirror Darkly
I knew I shouldn’t have attended this party, but Susan begged me to. Of course, as usual, she abandoned me as soon as we got in the door. So, I found a dark corner of the room to sit in.
Mother CombsPublished about 21 hours ago in FictionWake Up Dad, Please
"Wake up Dad." It was all Cathy could say. She had arrived at the hospital less than a minute ago. Beep, Beep, Beep The noise of the life support machine filled her with dread. She glared at the breathing mask over her dad's face.
Carol TownendPublished about 23 hours ago in FictionNightmare
I wander into the massive, eighteen-floor mall, and look up. I can see all the way up to the ceiling of the building, through the empty core around which the walkways of each level turn. The skylight is pale grey with dust, and casts a white glow down through the tiers to the ground floor, where there are hundreds of people milling around. I stand alone, my hands buried in my pockets, a ring of space around me. I am the eye of an empty storm. I walk slowly down the length of the mall, the dark sea of people parting around me. I look up again. As the floors go higher, fewer and fewer people are leaning over the walkway railings to look down at this seething tide of humanity. I look around, my face blank and empty as I search for an elevator. The clean walls and slick tile floor look like any other mall, with bright gold storefronts, clothes in the windows, little arrangements of flowers and chocolates, and the occasional vending stand looming dimly above the heads of the crowd.
ThatOne_GirlPublished a day ago in FictionThe Spirit Box (2)
Chapter 2: Twin Robbers I got to work and took a deep breath. I discreetly took out the spirit box and inhaled John so I could convince the chief I felt great. I walked to chief’s office and asked the chief what the assignment was for today.
Alex H MittelmanPublished a day ago in FictionTop of The World
Mateo’s heart raced as he felt his leg sink into the decaying roof, his grip tightening around his camera and a bottle of Coke. The soda splashed, momentarily distracting him from the sharp pain stabbing his thigh. He watched helplessly as the bottle rolled off the roof’s edge.
Arshad MecciPublished a day ago in FictionThe Reflected Ghost
I don't know when it started, and I don't know if it is real or just my fevered imagination. I don't know. I'm not sure.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished a day ago in FictionBloodthirst
I dreaded opening the package that had just been delivered to my door by a special courier. It was the third this week and the tenth this month alone. It was only the fourteenth of the month, too, so I just knew there was more to come or something terrible would happen soon, one way or another.
Mother CombsPublished a day ago in FictionThe Spirit Box
Chapter One: Spirit Boxing I’m Detective Fred Byrne, Jr., and this is my story. I’m a detective by trade, but boxing is my true passion. I was one of the better amateur boxers at the bar down the street from the station. I boxed during fight night at The Blue Mercury bar and grill. They hosted a ‘fight night,’ every night during the week, but ‘fight week’ doesn’t sound right for marketing.
Alex H MittelmanPublished 2 days ago in Fiction