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Death By Chocolate
‘Round and ‘round the mixer beaters twirled, creating a scrumptious, chocolatey batter that frothed as it became nice and gooey, enticing me to dip my finger in for a taste. It was my husband Stephano’s birthday, and I was making all his favorites to celebrate, including my famous Death by Chocolate cake. It had won blue ribbon prizes at every bake off I’d entered, and I only made it for competitions and special occasions.
By Diana Hyjek3 years ago in Horror
Drill Bits
“You know that’s the funny thing about the mind: it can hide things, bury things and make them near impossible to find - even for you. But you can never erase things or delete things, the memories, experiences and ideas are there forever. It’s the most advanced and efficient steel trap. All you need is the right tool to bring it out.” She peered over the woman with a wicked smile and started the drill. The older woman shook against her restraints in vain and let a single tear escape from her stone face.
By Leah Dewey3 years ago in Horror
An unmarked box
A box sits by the ticket booth in a busy station. It is wrapped in brown paper and held closed with tape like a parcel. It isn’t overly suspicious or interesting, but it is alone, unattended, abandoned. What could it contain? I could be a present, a package, an important delivery or just someone’s stuff.
By Piers Wilson3 years ago in Horror
A Sweet Friendship
The air was crisp, delightfully cold and dry on this fall season. Amelia was riding in a Greyhound, on her way to an old friend’s house whose name is Beth. Amelia and Beth held a complicated relationship for a few years, like one of those on and off after high school friendships that changes over time. Amelia was excited, it’s been over a year since her college graduation.
By Christina Chantharavongsa3 years ago in Horror
Sinister Delivery, First Class
“You must deliver the package to Hannover House, Fife. It must be delivered tonight. During the journey, the package must remain fastened in the front passenger seat. You are not to open the package. None of these instructions are to be ignored. You will receive payment upon delivery; five thousand pounds, as stated in the advertisement. Do you understand?”
By Alex Hawksworth3 years ago in Horror
Heavens to Betsy!
Betsy's cakes are the best in town. Everyone says so, and she has multiple awards to prove it. Her cakes are a feature at every school fete, bake sale, birthday party, and wedding. There is something about Betsy's cakes that leaves you hungry for more. Every single mouthful is oozing with richness and utter deliciousness! The euphoria from eating Betsy's cakes is like a drug - and everyone in town has an insatiable hunger for more.
By Claire Lewis3 years ago in Horror
Living Dead Girl
The motel blankets were rough against Trey's skin as he lay on his side, staring at the quiet figure in the other bed. She sat against a pile of pillows, her knees up around a heaping bowl of chocolate ice cream that sat in her lap. Her eyes were glued to the television screen as some horrible reality show played on mute with French subtitles.
By E. M. Otten3 years ago in Horror
Happy Devoted Birthday!
“Mom, are you sure grandma is ok to come home?” “Yes, Alicia, she is fine. Your dad picked her up from the nursing home yesterday so we could spend time with you on your birthday. Besides, it’ll be great since you haven’t seen her in a long time,” my mother said with an upbeat attitude. 12 years ago was the last time I saw my grandma, and we don’t have a great relationship. The last time I visited her, I had accidentally stepped into her rose garden to grab a soccer ball, and she was beyond livid. Once I retrieved the ball, she snatched me by my arm and threatened to eat my soul if I went near the garden again. I ran crying to my dad about it, but he shrugged it off, stating that grandma was just passionate about her garden. It might’ve been nothing to them, but for me, it was traumatizing. Sometimes she would call throughout the years to see how I was doing, but nothing more and nothing less.
By Asea B Moore3 years ago in Horror
The Light
The Light Written By J.Newell My story begins with a knock at the door. Two police officers, hats in hands and death in their eyes stood before me. They opened their mouths to speak but I already knew what words would stumble out and fall onto the floor. "Mr. Brooks, may we come in?" "Please take a seat Mr. Brooks." "Mr. Brooks, your wife passed away last night." "Mr. Brooks, the cause of death was exhaustion from swimming, your wife swam right out into the lake in her night gown." But I already knew all this. I knew every detail of what happened, because I watched it happen. I watched from the greenhouse window on the third floor of our house by the lake. I watched while sipping on a searing hot coffee as my deluded, insane wife swam out to the horizon in the middle of the night because of a light. A light. Something that haunted her in her dreams and in the waking world, her words, not mine. Something that she became so obsessed with that she risked, and lost her own life to try and prove to me that she was not insane. She said that the light beckoned her, called for her, needed her, and that she would "go to it, make contact and bring it back to me". A brilliant green light, she said, that pulsated with a high pitched metallic drone.
By Jack Newell3 years ago in Horror
Voice of Reason
The multi-layer chocolate cake glistens under the transparent glass atop the elevated crystal pedestal; a pretentious, over-the-top display for such a modestly set supper of red wine and a pack of Virginia Slims: weak supporting characters of tonight’s performance atop the antique oak table overpowering the small dining room where this scene is set. The chocolate cake at the center, the obvious star of the show, front and center amidst an otherwise lacking dinner spread. It has been prepared with culinary precision, and intentionally placed as the centerpiece.
By Jenna Pinkston3 years ago in Horror