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Timmy
Chapter 1 “Bye, Timmy,” giggled Amy in a high pitched voice. “I'll see you tomorrow. Don't forget to work on your music homework. “
Anton Mathias HeftPublished 3 years ago in HorrorSour Hall - Audio Drama Review
Doctor Who's Pearl Mackie and Coronation Street's Lucy Fallon star in Sour Hall, based on the short story by Naomi Booth. The six-part drama follows Ash and George, an interracial lesbian couple who move to an isolated farm high up on the Yorkshire moors. As they settle into their new life as dairy farmers, a boggart sets about tormenting both of them, exacerbating the sources of their pain and gorging on their energy, ruining George’s dairy products, and distancing the couple from one another.
Scrap
The big truck rumbled down the road. Her headlights illuminated every moss draped tree that loomed out of the darkness. In this part of Florida, at this time of night, every backroad felt like driving through a tunnel. She was a seven ton dump truck, but was currently weighing in at thirteen what with all the scrap metal in the back. She used to be an emerald shade of green, but you couldn’t tell anymore under all the layers of dust, and the lettering on the sides of the doors looked like fossils embedded in some ancient rock just barely visible to the naked eye. It read GUSTAV’S SCRAP SERVICES.
Stephen PellPublished 3 years ago in HorrorGoing crazy
My wife is going to kill herself in 5 to 7 business days. I’d found the order for a jug of Xanaphril while clearing the internet history of porn and was contemplating it now. I’d known my wife Cindy had been unhappy but I guess hadn’t registered how much yet. Was this a cry for help? Should I say something or just let it fade into the background noise like all of her other passive complaints?
Wesley MaddoxPublished 3 years ago in HorrorInfinity Wheel: Chapter One
It was a few minutes before three p.m. on a hot, weedy August day. The yellow xoysia grass baked its alien shapes into the retreating green fescue. Gnats swarmed around the damp dresses on Miss Miriam’s clothesline. The sun put out a hard radiance that slowed down everyone and everything. Even the fat, mottled spider in Miss Miriam’s porch lattice just sat there with legs still.
Hollye B. GreenPublished 3 years ago in HorrorThrough Her Eyes
Rain blasts against the broken window pane, but I just keep staring out, wondering when it will shatter fully… when the whole house will crumble down around me. The storm is raging, but no one else seems worried by it.
Mycheille NorvellPublished 3 years ago in HorrorMoses Of Crete
It always starts with me floating through some ethereal fog. My feet are drifting off the ground. I look down but I have no idea how far up I am. I can barely see my hand in front of my face. A purple and navy mist circles around me. For the longest time I am frozen. Then I slowly start to pitch forward. I start to spin and tumble, directionless through the haze. It is familiar, although with this awareness I start to feel terror. My body is heavy and I am somersaulting in all directions. My heart is racing; my form feels so tired. I am desperate for air. As I am churning around, I cannot tell up from down. The landscape, through flashes of lightning is slowly being revealed to me. There is a sound scratching through me. I hear a crow cawing. The anger in its voice echoes through my head. I can never see it. It brings a rage, an unquenchable anger; I want to grab the bird with my hands and rip it apart. This feeling grows inside of me. An intense pain blooms at the top of my chest, spreading downwards and inwards. Then an acute sense of loneliness and isolation washes over me.
The Art of Being Unsure
I think of it as a skill, being unsure, for how can one ever be sure that they are unsure? As my mind trails off on to another tangent, my index finger weaves around the lace doily on my grandmother's oak dining table, tracing its delicate loops and floral patterns and for a moment I wish I could be a design, perhaps a character in a painting. Oozing beauty but lifelessness.
Chelsei St PaulPublished 3 years ago in HorrorHaunted
A DEAFENING SHRILL PIERCED THE CALM OF THE NIGHT like a sword through the ears. I fumbled from my deep sleep and successfully battled to turn on the lightshade beside my bed. A couple more female wails fluttered the entire air so loudly that they could rouse the dead. I had not enough time to even squint; terrific emergencies have a way of zeroing the average time it takes to adjust human vision against abrupt light.
Victor YatorPublished 3 years ago in Horror15 Eerie Things About Japan's Suicide Forest
Northwest of the majestic Mount Fuji is the sprawling 13.5 square miles of Aokigahara, a forest so thick with foliage that it's known as the Sea of Trees. But it's the Japanese landmark's horrific history that made the woods a fitting location for the spooky horror film The Forest. Untold visitors have chosen this place, notoriously called The Suicide Forest, as the setting for their final moments, walking in with no intention of ever walking back out. Here are a few of the terrible truths and scary stories that forged Aokigahara's morbid reputation.
Victoria VelkovaPublished 3 years ago in HorrorDada Freud
Dada Freud I allege a cover-up of epic proportions. The existence of the Dada Scientists has long been denied. And, for years, the monster evolved by this group, the Idman, now known as the Dada Freud, has been hushed-up. We are going to pay for that.
Felix Alexander HoltPublished 3 years ago in HorrorWandering in the Night
“Happy birthday Scarlet.” says Aunt Clara, as I slice the chocolate cake in front of me. “Thank you,” I reply, showing no sign of excitement, as there was nothing that has changed compared to previous years, except my age.
Ayra MirzaPublished 3 years ago in Horror