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The Call
Madness. It's all I've seen since we landed. The chaotic dance of war has started to etch itself into my mind. I try to focus on one step at a time. We push forward.
Anthony DiazPublished 3 years ago in HorrorIn the lake
It was a dead-quiet weekday night, and I was safely tucked in my single- room dorm bed, scrolling through my phone. A while before, I shut all the lights off, only to leave the flame-colored desk lamp as the only source of light in the room. It was a comfortable setting after a day of hard work and a busy college schedule. The phone screen shone bright directly into my face while I checked the last late night posts on my social media feed before bed. Suddenly, the door to my balcony flung wide open, sending the curtains reeling uncontrollably into the room. My heart thundered inside my chest as I stared, frightened, at the gaping space between the inside of the room and the outside. Nothing had alerted me of a brewing storm in the middle of spring; nor had my weather app. I posed the phone on the nightstand and reluctantly got out of bed.
Yvad SsirdPublished 3 years ago in HorrorSomething Lurks Beneath
She spread her toes in the white sand, feeling the heat run up her legs. She loved to just lay there in the sun, soaking up the heat as a lizard would. She remembered laying in the sun with her little brother in the backyard in the summer. He would always burn no matter how much sunscreen they would put on him.
Miss GhoulPublished 3 years ago in HorrorThe Cruise
The helicopter flies above the ocean, waves gently bouncing up and down below. The cruise ship sits on the horizon along with the sun. “What do we know about the mission?” I ask the commanding officer flying the chopper. There’s four of us in the squad, thee mercenary types and me, a bioengineering student. I was told a few days ago that I’d be sent with this small group to investigate this ship that’s been seemingly abandoned.
Those Who Would Not Die
At first, when people stopped dying, it was like a fairy tale. By some unknown miracle, every man, woman, and child in our world was no longer subject to death. No more funerals, no more mourning, no more lost loved ones. Death had somehow been banished from our world and we all rejoiced.
Gordy YatesPublished 3 years ago in HorrorThe Man from Medan
It is with a shaking hand that the Captain raises a tumbler of arak putih to his lips. The white liquor, cheap and easy to acquire around the Malay peninsula, is coarse but offers a comforting familiarity. The night is black and still. The crew are restless.
Tom WilliamsPublished 3 years ago in HorrorArrival
We had been told stories of the great ships carrying the strange, white men. Travelers from other tribes had brought the white man’s items to trade; things we had never seen. They tell us stories of their encounters with them, and their golden hair and blue eyes. Our elders warned us that they could be dangerous, others believed they could be friends. I couldn’t help but wonder about these men. Who are they? Where did they come from? Why is their hair the color of the wheat we harvest? What do they want? These questions ran through my mind like rapids, as I watched the distant ship on the horizon grow closer to the shore.
Jenna TomovichPublished 3 years ago in HorrorHouse at the End of the Street - A Movie Review
Stay away from the house at the end of the street. Dark stories plague its history. Released to theaters in 2012, House at the End of the Street is about a mother and daughter moving into a neighborhood. Intrigued by the house next door, Elissa meets her neighbor, Ryan. Instead of listening to warnings from her neighbors, a dark secret is dug up.
Marielle SabbagPublished 3 years ago in HorrorIsolation
My name is Isiah Fortsmith, and I am- or was- the captain of the USS Ishimura. A boarding ship with a crew of two hundred, engineers, scientists, and workers. Our last mission was the transportation of refugees from earth-1 to the Proxima Centauri system, where we would deliver them to eden transit. I kept daily logs of our journey up to the point of hyper sleep, as well as once we were awoken. Everything went smoothly, there were no hiccups in the system or flight path, and we estimated our arrival to be exactly within acceptable transitory limits.
Joshua MorelliPublished 3 years ago in Horror- Top Story - April 2021
Rebecca
I obsessively watched her standing there alone in the dark. The silver moonlight flickered on her dark, raven hair like a million tiny diamonds. Her pale blue eyes were thoughtful and attentive to the darkness before her. Her succulent, pouting lips had the appearance of a fine, red wine. I had forgotten just how well-formed and beautiful she was. Knowing that I would never see her again made her seem even more captivating.
Rebecca Lynn IveyPublished 3 years ago in Horror THE RAVEN
“Captain, Captain,” the raised voice of the young boy yells as he knocks hard on the Captain’s door. Captain Flanigan’s eyes spring open, “Come in, what is it?” he gruffly responds.
Barbara FarrellPublished 3 years ago in HorrorSun Smuggler
A low bellow coursed through my body, shaking me, as the vibration of the ship’s foghorn roared two decks above. Wakeup call. I stretched my arms and legs as I tossed around in my canvas hammock, savouring the mere seconds of peace. I rose my sullied hands up to my face, rubbing sunken, weary eyes. With my creased knuckles I began scraping the film that glued my eyelids shut. This film appears on everything, unbiased. It gathers on your eyelids, hands, and feet. No one is immune, not my fellow mates nor the cook, not even the Captain, and most certainly not I. This film is the Salt. The Salt that lingers in the damp air of this wretched place, the Salt that commands the tides of the Shadowy Sea and the Salt that fills any old Skulker’s veins, just like mine.
Derrick L.Published 3 years ago in Horror