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Made By Monsters
The nights were cold in the city. Especially if you lived in a broken down house with no heat. The best we had was when Mom cooked and the oven was on. Sometimes she even left it on after she finished just to warm up the house for a bit, but we couldn't leave it on too long or else we wouldn't be able to afford the electricity either. Dad said it was the reason he drank so much. "The whiskey keeps me warm, and no way in hell am I going to freeze and stay sober," he would say anytime somebody dared to ask about his drinking. Not many people asked that question anyways. At least not around Dad. Mom wasn't any better with the amount of wine she would drink. Most of the time she would just shut down and hide in her room. People mostly avoided our house. Nobody associated with my parents, not even the rest of our family. It was just me, my Mom, my Dad, and my sister Kate. She was best friend, and my only friend really. We didn't get to go to school or to anyone's houses. Our Dad always said people are only after you for your money or your things and since we didn't have any of that, we didn't have anybody coming around. He made us live by that like it was a code. We hardly even got to go outside. It was as if we were trapped in a prison with a drunk warden who could snap at any minute. I couldn't take living like that anymore. I just wanted to take Kate and run away from all of it. This was the night I changed everything.
TrippHazrdPublished 3 years ago in HorrorRise of the Undead
My hands hurt from the sharp cold of this October dawn and from holding tight onto my scythe for dear life. When I say for dear life, I mean it in a literal way: the grim reaper tool is the only thing standing between my humanity and an undead existence. Or should I say what is left of my humanity? I can feel it disintegrating, shading off, dissolving into oblivion. Maybe that is why I volunteer to stand guard here, on the river’s edge. Who in their right mind would stand here willingly? Knowing what’s coming, only madness can explain my resolute stance as I guard the port.
Sophie's Stars
The stars shone extra brightly that night. Sophie stared in wonder out her bedroom window. The glass was nearly completely transparent from her mom cleaning it earlier as a treat. She nearly jumped out of her skin at the eerie sudden hooting of an owl. Man, I love this place!
Stephy DoePublished 3 years ago in HorrorMor(t)ality Preview
Entry #26 January 15th I tried again but no sound, except for when Thirgood has a fit. He’s got eyes just like mine, Sec too. I’m scared for these boys. I don’t know what to do without my voice, without a road to walk on. I can’t get out of this rocker until someone calls for me. I can’t do wrong if I’m not doing much of anything, but I’ve been doing nothing for way too long. I put my ear up to the wall one last time, listening for it. Nothing. The only thing left for me to listen to is this rifle, hoping it’s voice doesn’t ring in the echo.
Page MaxwellPublished 3 years ago in HorrorThe Damned Ones
The Damned Ones- The moon was brightly lit. It beamed down on the woods, draping it in a blueish-white light. It was calming to be out again. I missed the cold air brushing against my cheeks. The calming sound of trees shaking together, exchanging untold secrets, always made a smile bloom on my lips.
Shelter in Place
Is a trumpet blown in a city, and the people are not afraid? Does disaster come to a city unless the Lord has done it?
Ethan FleisherPublished 3 years ago in HorrorThe Make a Wish Night Light
Most people enjoy visiting the house they grew up in. I’m not one of them. Every time that old, two story Victorian comes into view the bottom of my chest falls out. My hands start sweating, followed by an army of ants making a mad dash over my scalp.
Jeff CochranPublished 3 years ago in HorrorThe Call
“Out here on the perimeter there are no stars; out here we is stoned, immaculate.” Jim Morrison “Yeah, yeah, connected, connected,” his voice said, “You could say that. They shagged each other, and then they got arrested. That's a connection. Why do you keep going on about connection? It's weird. Anyway, you gonna be at Martina's house tonight? She's expecting both of you so don't disappoint her. Cuidate.”
H. Robert MacPublished 3 years ago in HorrorMy Unpopular Opinion about "Them"
I have never watched a show that made me feel so many emotions at once. This story inspired me as an aspiring film writer. "THEM" showed me another side of America. The writers and producers of the show brought to light excruciating perspectives. I can honestly say this is one of my top favorites.
The Red Painting
It was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. A picture of a vast forest, with blurred trees merging in lines, and in the back, the barely recognizable silhouette of a covered figure. An impressionist work of art, all painted in red.
Miriam ArcePublished 3 years ago in HorrorA Night to Remember
I remember her, that day so clearly imprinted. I remember the way her shadow danced under the street lights. The way her silhouette crept up each building she passed. She was beautiful. Golden red hair and freckles that neatly collected upon her face. Emerald eyes that shine like diamond rings. Perfect teeth, I wonder what she ate that night.. Ahh.. if only she knew who I was. If only she had known how much I had admired her beauty.
GhoulishtaleStudiosPublished 3 years ago in HorrorThe Timekeeper
Ah, yes the softness of his skull was my favorite sound. Nothing like the feel of someone new at my fingertips. He looked so innocent just sitting there. A statue greatly posed. So limply placed upon his throne. It had to be done. For every time he gazed at me with those eyes. A shiver sent up my spine. As to what I held to my surprise. His lifeless eyes bluster within my soul. Judgmental from the great beyond. I am sane, it's dreadfully so. But in life those eyes were never kind. It haunts me, I must hide him. Blood from every orifice fills his face. I must hide him soon before neighbors catch foul play. I need his hideous eyes to go away. Ah, but his beauty was here to stay. Where oh where must you go. Stuffed in the grandfather clock. Tick tock, the time flies by. I had only seconds left. I pushed his heavy body in the ticking tower. He will not stay, so stubborn I must say. I proceeded to tape it shut. All in time for a knock at my chamber door. Hurriedly placing a cloth on my prize. With a deep breath, I opened my door.
GhoulishtaleStudiosPublished 3 years ago in Horror