Most recently published stories in Horror.
The Moonlight Shack
Once upon a foggy night in the moonlight forest, there was a small boy whom was sad and lost. The cold breeze of the night swept through the small shack he had woken up in. He was confused as he was just warm and safe in his bed ''could this be real?'' he thought. He got up with several injuries and cuts, ''who or what could've done this?''. With a blink of an eye he was knocked out from a large heavy object that came crashing down and hit him in the head. He woke up again many hours later, it was still dark and the boy was confused. ''Where did the sun go?'', little did he know he was surrounded in eternal darkness that would last evermore, an infinite blackout that would never lapse. He started to panic thinking that his small anemic life would end because of this vast forest of dread and suffering. Though if only he knew the forest would be the least of his worries in this sinister place he called ''a forest''. He was actually in the Moonlight Forest, the most evil place in all of Gaverdon. He was panicked but he tried his best to keep calm to not disturb any other creatures that might be living out in the Moonlight Forest. He found a trail that had a sign pointing north, ''to Gaverdon'' it said he decided to run along the path of stones and mud until he reached the small town. ''Why hello there!'' one of the jolly old men living there said. "what is this place'' the boy said. ''Why this is Gaverdon!, are you from around these parts?'' the boy said no and the continued talking until they both decided to go to bed. ''I have a spare room for ya to sleep in if you don't mind'' said the man, ''thank you sir, I sure don't!'' said the boy. They went to bed and woke in the cold dark humid log cabin ''Why good-morning, care for some breakfast?'' said the old man ''yes please I'm starving'' said the boy. They both sat down and enjoyed breakfast together in peace, after they took a short stroll down to one of the nearest shops and bought some pastries for later. They went back to their small cabin, it was dark and all they had was an oil lamp, so visibility was exceptionally scarce. When they got home they were drenched in the forests heavy rain-fall that was also continuous in the Moonlight Forest. The boy and the man sat down and had a cup of coffee as they discussed there experiences in the Moonlight Forest. The boy talked about erratically waking up in a shack, and having his head impinged by an projectile object, and how he didn't remember anything before. The old man proceeded to ask the boy his name, ''my name is Russell, at-least I think so'' the boy said why hello Russell!, and your positive you don't remember anything after you hit your head?. ''Yup I'm sure'' Russell said, the old man kept his name confidential, ''want to go for a stroll down the Glondale path?'' said the old man, ''where and what's that?'' said Russell. ''Its a beautiful trail on the coast of Gaverdon, and there's light!'' said the old man ''there's light?!, yay!'' said Russell. They left with the oil lamp and went on there quest, ''how long is the trail?'' Russell said, ''a couple kilometers at-least'' the old man said, they then proceeded to walk along the trail for several hours. When they finally reached the end, there was a beautiful cliff with a waterfall along the side, they finally saw the light, they escaped from the Moonlight Forest. And they lived cheerfully in another dream-like environment.
Writing from the 1800s part 2
All the yelling in the world was not helping us escape. And dummy us left the crowbar out with the ladder. Who was to know that we would need it on the inside of the building.
'Firestarter' (2022) Movie Review
In this new film adaptation of the 1980 novel by Stephen King, Andy and Vicky McGee (Zac Efron and Sydney Lemmon) are former government test subjects with superhuman psychic powers. Their daughter, Charlie (Ryan Kiera Armstrong), also possesses incredible abilities, specifically the ability to create fire with her mind. As she struggles to hone her abilities, they are forced to go on the run, as very powerful people are after her and want to bring her back to the facility that once tortured her parents.
A Man Walks Into A Bar
“A Man Walks Into a Bar…” Paul smiled as the sexy brunette eyed him from across the bar. Those eyes. Those legs. Jesus Christ there was no way she was actually into him, right?
Tattooed Death Day
Be warned, fellow adventurers, because everyone’s tattooed with their date of death at birth. As a child, I was always curious about what this was meant for. My parent's dates were always so far off, so it did not occur to me that anything bad could happen. Boy, was I wrong! As a 16-year-old girl, I had the urge to get a boyfriend, and when I did, we thought that was the day he would propose. So when I saw our dates were not the same I left him. But then, as my search went on to find my soulmate, it never happened. There was no boy with the same date as mine. Could I have been wrong? Was the date not about when you get proposed to? 3 years later, I then decided to get back together with that boy because I knew his date was approaching. We were going great, and we had come to the conclusion that the boy’s date was when he proposes since that is the most important time for the guy. While the girl’s date is the day, they get married since the wedding is all about the bride. A few days before his date, I got my hair done, nails done, and prepped for his big asking to marry him. September 15th, the day has finally come, and I could not be more excited. Every girl dreams of the day that her boyfriend proposes to her. However, that’s when everything went south. I woke up at 9:00 AM and did what I did every morning. But the moment I walked out of the bathroom, my boyfriend was dead in the kitchen. I screamed. How could this have happened? Does the date not have to do with love but death. I then thought clearly and knew that it usually takes me 15 minutes in the bathroom. This means he would have died at 9:15 AM; coincidentally, it was September 15, which in numerical date translates to 9/15. So the time you die is the same as the numerical day that you die. 2 years later, my date was coming up. My tattoo read October 30th so I will be dead by 10:30 AM or PM. As October approached, I was living in fear and did not understand why we were tattooed with a death date? Who was the person that was behind this, and why are they doing this? The day before my date, I did all the things I loved. I went out to the town and saw my friends and family. That night I went to sleep in fear, wondering how I was going to die. My best friend was dated 2 years after me, so we made a promise that when I died, she would solve this to figure out how this was happening and why and if it was reversible? October 30th has arrived, and all day, I was cautious; I stayed in my bed all day to try to beat this date. I did not sleep or move or do anything. 10:30 AM came, and I was still here, so I waited until 10:30 PM; however, by that time. I was again still alive. Did I beat the tattoo date? As we know, mine was dated yesterday, although it's October 31st, and I'm still alive. As a 20-year-old living alone in a large house, I was cautious in trying to stay alive. I wandered around my neighborhood, looking for suspicious things as I left my house. After getting food, I went back and waited for tricker treaters. Once I was done giving out candy, I went to my room to sleep. As I closed my eyes, I felt a presence in the room, and before I knew it, I had a spear in my heart I was dead.
Practice Makes Perfect
One of my earliest and fondest memories of my Grandmother is playing Slumbering Child. The rules were simple: my sister and I would lie in our beds and pretend to sleep while Grandma tried everything from tickling to bribery to trick us into revealing we were awake. When we got older, Grandma told us stories of creatures that would come in the night and devour us if they knew we were awake.
A monster crashes through the thick foliage. The creature roars in its throat. A sound that somehow doesn’t quite finish; unreleased, an unbroken tension that quickly radiates through the body in ripples of hair and flesh.
There was a little boy who had living with her grand mother. Since he was born, he did not knew her parent only her grand mother. Her life was not easy. They do not have a lot to survive . Her poor grand mother had to sell food at cross the street. The boy was very brilliant. He kept motivate himself by going to school and help her grand mother after school. He was smart ,quiet and respectful.
A Super Natural Tale
This story was told to me by one of my best ever friends , who we lost to cancer some twelve years back.I am still in touch with his widow , his sons and their families but this happened when we were in our teens.
HAUNTED CAPE COAST CASTLE IN GHANA
This tragedy occurred in many places, including Ghana, and West Africa. Men and women were kidnapped or sold by people from other villages or, in some cases, family members.
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Until tonight when the veil appeared thinnest, barely a fine mist hanging in the air. Through it Mina could see the Otherside. The darkness here contained all the relics of the past. As the clouds parted across an empty sky behind her in Hatherden she could see orange fire streaks billow and disappear in all directions beyond the soft brume. She squinted at the mirage, questioning for a moment the truth of a place she knew existed but had never seen. The place where darkness was alive and watching her every move now. Her word was her bond and even in death, Vaggar had said, the darkness would still see her. Even in death her debt would not have been paid and so darkness, laying its claim, would follow her wherever her soul wended.
If All The Dead Men Told Tales
Hey Mom, I wondered what they would tell you. If they ever found out. If they discovered my secrets. I guess it wouldn’t matter if you read this letter first. Living a life of wickedness, I guess that’s all I really have done, I only wanted to make you proud but I guess that never quite worked out how I wanted. All in all, there were 7 total, I am proud to say. Although I think they’ll only get me for 4. Probably life, maybe worse depending on how everything else goes. I thought I did a good job of cleaning up but I guess the jury will be the judge of that. So, in case they try to tell you something different, here are my stories and my confession.