Horror
A Forager's Peril
Her legs burned as she raced through the trees, lungs gasping for breath, every muscle in her body begging her to stop. But to stop was to die so she pushed forward. Nothing like danger nipping at your heels to get in a good workout. Not that she’d recommend this regime to anyone.
By Emma Brown3 years ago in Fiction
The End
1 year Post Diary, It’s been a year…365 days of complete chaos filled with sleepless nights and hungry days. People have come and gone but we always end up alone. Just you, me, and mom’s locket. Gods, how have I kept that locket safe all this time? Such a simple piece- just a golden heart no bigger than my fingernail but in times like this could be the cause of my own death.
By Nicole Smith3 years ago in Fiction
foothills
He’d been in the mountains for two years. His territory was somewhere in the foothills of the Pyrenees and he moved his camp a few miles once or twice a month. When he first arrived he had intended to keep moving south west into Spain but avoiding the coasts meant he’d kept inland and higher in the mountains, even when the winters were harshest. The cold never bothered him in the same way as the heat and the dry.
By Laurie Barraclough3 years ago in Fiction
The Asylum
During the month of June in 2020, five employees of an environmental consulting company arrived in [REDACTED] to complete a series of bat surveys on a property with numerous condemned buildings. Bat surveys are conducted 30 minutes prior to sunset and one hour after for a total survey time of 90 minutes. According to the protocols for species at risk bats by the Ontario Ministry of Natural Resources and Forestry, suitable weather means low wind, no precipitation, and temperatures above 10 degrees Celsius. In 1876 the site was called the [REDACTED] Asylum for Idiots. The following logs a series of unusual phenomena that each employee experienced and later recounted to their fellow coworkers.
By Kelsey Reich3 years ago in Fiction
The Bird
“I saw a bird today.” Her voice emerges from the cocoon of yellow foam and matted blankets on the other side of the platform. Shapes of the scrapyard cast shadows that slice my sister’s face into strips, and her one eye falls perfectly in a stripe of orange glow from the burn barrel in the pit.
By Tippy Ki Yay3 years ago in Fiction
BREEDER
My name is Will. Naming me was the last thing my mother did before she died. Sometimes I tell myself a story for comfort. In this story, my mother wanted to give me a name that was a secret message, the only one she would get through to me. I imagine that my mother looked back over her short and crappy life and thought about all the hell that lay ahead for me, and the message she wanted to pass on was Have strength, be resilient. Will. I give you Will. Sometimes I even imagine that she wanted to say something more—I’m happy you were born, Will. I love you and want you to survive. But I don’t think she actually loved me, and I know she wasn’t happy that I was born. She killed herself a couple of hours after I came into this world. I don’t blame her—she was only thirteen years old.
By Honni van Rijswijk3 years ago in Fiction
A Glimmer In The Shade
On a waning moon, the sky growls, and the clouds weep. There are no legs or tires moving about the streets. While sitting in my pick up parked in a cul-de-sack, I gaze at a house contemplating a plan to where my entry could not be detected. I turn off my wipers. I became mildly irritated by their sound, as they shriek. And then... I realized it was not my wipers that was causing the irritating squeaks. The window to the house was partially open. I hear continuous squeaks similar to rusty hinges on a door that creaks. I get out of my pick up, and neared the window and I peeked- but due to the foggy sweating window, there is only but so far my eye sight can reach. While peeping into the blinds I see red polished fingernails vertically maneuvering up and down a spine. A faint rainbow colored light trickled and glistened briefly. I felt compelled to discover what this mysterious glimmer beyond the shade.
By K. Wisendanger 3 years ago in Fiction
The Heart of the Paradox
"There are three things you need to survive in this world; food, water and a twelve bore shotgun." Looking out onto a barren street, an old woman stood at the grimy window of her musty living room, arms folded tightly. She brushed a few stray white hairs behind her ear with spindly fingers and straightened out her tattered floral dress, before making her way over to the nearest armchair.
By Peter Spering3 years ago in Fiction
Fright Night At The Museum
They all took a trip to the museum to spend the night, for fun. Instead of sleeping though, all the kids stayed up, playing hide and seek. With the facility to themselves, the parents and kids stayed up, enjoying the game that was reset many times and the new seeker was chosen. However, this wasn’t an ordinary game of hide and seek. No. All the power had been shut down, and all of them had a flashlight on them so that they could find their way. This was to make them more scared. To make matters worse, they were in a museum that was a part wax, and part evolution of scare museum; all decked out with some of the scariest things of all time.
By Brandon Austin3 years ago in Fiction
Orchid Birch
Blood dripped from her teeth and bits of flesh dangled from her fingertips as she rose from her crouched position over the lifeless body she’d been feasting on. Three more gathered, their teeth bared, the hair on their necks raised “Orchid Birch, we have a warrant for your arrest for crimes against humanity.”
By Mirinda Hart3 years ago in Fiction