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Demon Theory
Have you ever been alone in your house, looking in the mirror or simply walking down a hallway, when suddenly you swear you can see something out of the corner of your eye? You suddenly feel a rush of adrenaline thinking of what it must be. Demons. Monsters, An intruder.
By Madyson Podojil3 years ago in Horror
The Woman and The Plantation
I was standing in a large front yard. In front of me was a plantation style home. It was a huge white double story plantation style mansion. I had never seen anything like it before. I could hear people to left of me. It sounded as though they were talking. No that wasn’t it. I believe I can hear someone crying. I walked about 300 meters and I could see two African women sitting on the ground. One was crying intensely on to the older woman’s shoulder. They appeared to be mother and daughter. The two of them wore similar clothing to each other. It reminded me of what you saw servants wearing in the old movies. I still found it unbelievable that slaves were ever owned. The whole concept on slavery angered me. I heard the young woman say, “I couldn’t do nothing Mama. Why didn’t she talk to me? I could have helped her. She was my friend Mama.” Her mother replied, “I know Sweety. But you listen to me, Ebony. The mother pointed towards the plantation. That girl in there, she needs your prayers.” The daughter continued to cry. I asked the mother if she was going to be okay. But no one responded to me. I tried again and still no response. I walked around and sat down right in front of the both and they couldn’t see me. However, the minute I saw the younger girl she reminded me of someone. It took just a second before I remembered her from the Jail cell dream. She had grabbed the brown-haired woman from my other dream. They couldn’t see or hear me. Was I just a spectator to all this? I made my way back to the plantation to investigate what was happening.
By Brandon Jones3 years ago in Horror
Birthday Present
I must have looked at dozens of apartments searching for the safest one. I almost gave up and turned down my job offer when I saw the ad for the perfect apartment. I couldn't believe it! One thousand square feet, fourth floor, and not a single missing person or tragic death in the building's history. We have a winner!
By Katey Lindsey3 years ago in Horror
Sweet treat
Walking home late from a party around 11:30pm. I know a young woman like me shouldn't walking alone in the streets at night, But I had to get home. For whatever reason the street seem unusually quiet for a Friday night . I try to ignore it and pick up the pace. I was only four blocks away. At a bus stop sat an old women, her legs were sticking out and I did not see it, causing me to tripped over her feet. I fall to the ground with a hard thud. " you fucking hag "! I cried while picking myself up of the ground. " pull in your feet next time you see someone coming". I said. She said nothing, the old woman slowly lift up her head at me, then stared into my eyes . . With a big smile on her face he said, " am so sorry dear I hope you are all right? Mama Aradia didn't mean any harm". she smiled her, gums were black like coal with no teeth. I stood back then said " no worries am ok, sorry for calling you a hag". Then old women reached into her bag to pull out something wrapped in foil. " her sweetheart a treat for my troubles " . When I reach out to take it from her, the women grabbed my arm and pulled me close to her. " Diana and Lucifer were my creators and soon we'll be your stepmother and stepfather!". I moved my hand away from her and took the item she was passing on to me, running home at this point as I hear her laughing behind me. When I got home I was shaking, hearing her rhyme play over and over in my head . I place the items she gave me on the counter and just stared at it. " I have to see what's inside " I said to myself and I opened....it was chocolate cake. I locked my eyes on it and I couldn't look away. For some reason I wanted bad even if it kills me..... I took a big bite of the creamy milk chocolate cake as it running down my throat mixed with warm saliva tingle my soul every time I think about it. I wished I can enjoy that bite of chocolate once again. The sweet taste of crumble of the cake falling from my hands back down to my counter, oh how it was so hard to resist. I've been told many times to never touched this lovely decadent treat but I had to have it. It was like a monster craving, not that craving you get when eating ice cream or Skittles, but the craving you get in the middle of the night that you want something and you wanted now! I had it, it was in my hands and in my reach, now down my throat and in my stomach..in the coffin with me. Do I regret it? no!!! I knew I was allergic to chocolate and I knew the risk. I thought I had it under control . but for some reason I couldn't help myself . This cake was so delicious I couldn't just walk away, after eating two slices of chocolate cake I knew I was in trouble. I waited at the kitchen table for my fate as my throat started to close up and my cheeks began to swell, I knew this was the end. Being a ghost is not so bad, but it does hurt my heart to see my mother cry. the benefit of being dead is I can eat all the chocolate cake I want. But nothing could compare to that delicious slices of chocolate cake Aradia gave me.
By Cozette Aviles3 years ago in Horror
Darlene
Darlene was impulsive, she ate constantly, chocolate was her addiction. It was the only thing that made her feel good, she was bullied at school every day for her size and habits. Her parents took her to therapy when she was young in an attempt to correct the problem, they didn’t know wether the bullying started because she was fat or if she was eating so much because she was getting bullied. It all started when she ate her fist bar of chocolate, it was during a school trip to the chocolate factory near her hometown, her mother never used to let her eat sweets, but she gave her money to buy things at the gift shop. Darlene had never eaten chocolate before, her friends had always teased her about it, but she didn’t mind. She was such a happy girl, she had plenty of friends and her parents had such high hopes for her. Once she was introduced to chocolate she was hooked, she begged her parents for more and more. Darlene had developed a serious chocolate habit, she ate 5 chocolate bars a day and never missed a day, Darlene slowly grew and grew, within a year she became obese and didn’t care one bit.
By Steven Ocegueda3 years ago in Horror
Horror Encore
Ling carefully weaved his way around traffic on his bicycle, dodging cars, pedestrians and buses on the busy road in Hong Kong. Favouring his right leg as he got off his bike, he limped painfully up the stairs to his apartment on the third level. Once again, he had hurt himself; something that was almost becoming a daily occurrence. Unlocking the door, he put aside the groceries that he had purchased and took out some cotton swabs along with a package of bandages from his drawer. Dipping the swabs into rubbing alcohol, he winced as he cleaned the wound and gingerly dabbed it with a tissue before wrapping it up with a fabric bandage. Ever since Ling was a kid, he had been known as the injury-prone kid or the kid that always hurt himself. Over the course of a single lifetime, he had slipped off a slide on a playground, fallen multiple times from a bike, stapled his thumb, fainted at a bus stop, and tumbled down the stairs on more than one occasion. No matter how hard he tried to be careful, it seemed accidents and Ling could not leave each other alone, to the point where having an accident was becoming part of who Ling was. Finished bandaging up his leg, he began making dinner, being careful with the gas-powered stove. He had burned himself many-a-time when forgetting to use a towel to hold the hot pan handles. He also had to be extra diligent when chopping the vegetables so as not to cut his fingers with the razor-sharp knife again. All his life, Ling had been punished by his parents for accidents, whether that was breaking a plate, burning the vacuum cleaner or throwing up on the carpet. His proneness to accidents meant that he was constantly in trouble, and eventually he lost what confidence he had in his own abilities. No matter how hard he tried, he could never meet his parent’s expectations until finally, he gave up trying altogether. The disappointment of failing corroded his work ethic like rust weakening a steel sword, making it useless and in a way, purposeless. Moving away from his parent’s home did little to help boost his confidence, but at least he was free from the constant criticism and disappointed looks on their faces every time an accident occurred.
By Jesse Leung3 years ago in Horror
Housewife.
It was foggy that day. A slick dewiness hung in the air as Mary gazed out the bedroom window. There was little sun peering through the inky clouds. Freshly washed laundry danced in the yard, strung up on the clothesline only hours before. She hoped the weather wouldn’t ruin her hard work.
By Joy Skitch3 years ago in Horror
Just Desserts
There is nothing glamorous about owning a bakery. At least that's what I told myself as I wiped the powdered sugar off my cheek. I wasn't going to become the next great baking champion or invent the next dessert craze. I wasn't in this business for the money or fame that came with plastering the internet with your accomplishments. The last thing I needed would be a line of people out the door, posting pics of them waiting in line for one of my delicious cakes. But they are, my cakes, delicious.
By Dustin Leslie3 years ago in Horror