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Infectious.
The little compass on my dashboard has not moved from the position of “NW” for over an hour now. Now that I’ve made my way out of the city, the interstate is wide open. Its well into November, and the sun is darting through miles of thick, leafless trees. I glance down at my phone screen and immediately smile when I see that full bars has dropped off to “No Service” in just the last few miles. I look back up at the horizon. It’s only 2pm, but the sun is already casting long shadows. Shadows that will bring full dark by 5pm.
Joshua MillsPublished 3 years ago in HorrorThe Umbrella Lady by V.C. Andrews - BOOK REVIEW
A young girl who has lost her father finds herself at the mercy of a mysterious woman who is not quite what she seems. Left on a train platform in an unfamiliar village, little Saffron Faith Anders is certain her father will return shortly, just like he promised. She holds out hope even as the hours pass and the station grows dark. When a strange old woman with a large umbrella approaches and inquiries about her situation, Saffron doesn’t immediately trust the imposing do-gooder, but with the chances of her father returning growing ever slimmer, she agrees to rest at the old woman’s house.
The Finders
-Joan? Joan, in the back of the car, earphones over her head, doesn’t answer. With her left leg, she kicks to the beat of the music and keeps hitting the driver’s seat in which her father sits.
Sébastien LarabéePublished 3 years ago in HorrorPlaying Tag
Glowing red eyes stalked the child through the verdant forest. The brunette hummed a nursery rhyme, her wordless song breaking the odd silence that had fallen. Dressed entirely in green from her ballet shoes to her ruffled dress and even the ribbon in her hair, she blended into the surrounding woodlands. The tightly huddled trees overhead gave the aura of a winter’s twilight in the middle of the summer day. Hidden in the shadows he crouched and watched as she pirouetted around the obstacles in her path. He slunk after her, never allowing her out of sight.
A Michelle MillsPublished 3 years ago in HorrorEating my experiences (21)
TOME 22 We finished taking inventory for the day and lay on our freshly dried blankets in a heap of human flesh. We felt safe for the first time since Zach was stolen, a welcomed solace. We laughed and smoked and drank fresh water from the river. We found a decent stock of wine in the basement, but chose to avoid it for the day, allowing ourselves to get acquainted with our surrounding first. We found the toilet does flush, but only one of them, the very upstairs bathroom. The hot water didn't work, but the electric stove did, so we could take hot baths, but not showers, a luxury I had imagined long gone.
L.D. MalachitePublished 3 years ago in HorrorShadow Figures
To say that I have a viable explanation for shadow figures would be a lie. Though slightly comparative to an apparition, to be honest, I am unsure where shadow figures would fall in the vast classifications that encompass the paranormal.
Tara GerhartPublished 3 years ago in HorrorEating my experiences (20)
TOME 21 The next several days were a blur of joints and gazing longingly at Lilly who had encompassed my every thought. I found myself staring at her grace and peppy natured reactions for hours at a time. Our trip back took three days, as we broke for camp often and joyously. I had my good friend Zach back, as well as a new friend to explore. Other than Lilly our trek was uneventful, a much needed release of tension after the tragedy and horror that unfurled in the militia's headquarters.
L.D. MalachitePublished 3 years ago in HorrorA Modern Ghost Story
Orange. It’s been his favorite color since middle school. Video games, basketball, and tech news. His favorite hobbies. Any music but country. He’ll listen to just about anything as long as it has a good bass line.
Demani ShikombaPublished 3 years ago in HorrorTrapped
Steph opens her eyes. She has no idea where she is. She flinches as she regains consciousness. How long was I out for? She looks around as her eyes adjust to the nearly pitch dark room. She lies against a wall, in the corner. The room seems to be small and empty, though she can’t be sure because of the dark. A tiny window near the opposite corner from her lets in just the tiniest bit of moonlight. The floor beneath her is definitely hardwood. She can tell by the way it feels. There is a dankness present that sends a chill up her spine.
Kelsey HarrisPublished 3 years ago in HorrorHaunted
When thinking of a haunted location, we know, or at least we assume, that it is being haunted by a ghost. And in retrospect, that is usually true, but what is the actual reason that that spirit is haunting that place? Does there have to be some magical formula put together with all the right circumstances and specific characteristics coming together in just the proper manner to make it ideal for a haunting? Though some various reasons and events can make a place haunted, please keep one thing in mind; not all of them entail a creepy old abandoned building.
Tara GerhartPublished 3 years ago in HorrorThe Devil's Master
“Help me! Dear God, help me!” The words broke free from Alexander’s tight lips to co-mingle with his hot, stinging tears before falling into the empty whiskey glass set before him on the bar. His years of abject failure was caving in upon him, and his fear of it was palpable. His defeat was almost complete, just as the final blasphemy in which he was about to perform.
B.W. Van AlstynePublished 3 years ago in HorrorThe Black Book
”Watch it lady!” I heard a voice shout behind me. I jumped out of the way just in time as someone flew past me on a bicycle. It was eleven at night, and I had just gotten off my evening shift at the diner. I stopped to catch my breath after being nearly run over by the jerk on the bike. That would be the icing on the cake for sure after this whopper of a year. A horn blared in the night fog and I looked up. I had instinctively jumped into the road. I dived out of the way of the incoming car and found myself in a heap of trash. This is just great. My usual luck. Almost get run over by a bike and a car all in one night. I looked at the trash around me in disgust, at least I was planning on taking a shower tonight. A small black leather bound book stuck out amongst all the garbage strewn around me. Looking closer, I realized it wasn’t garbage, but maybe the contents of someone’s purse or bag. Lipstick, make up compacts, money, among other things littered the gutter. I sat there for a moment, unsure what to do with all of it. Do I turn it into the police? I picked up the black book and flipped through it. It was filled halfway with handwriting, the beginning neat and tidy, towards the end it was more frantic and scratchy. All of it wishes.
Katherine LangPublished 3 years ago in Horror