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Running Toward Healing
A silhouette floated through Elise’s bedroom door, stopped above her bed, and hovered there. One of the silhouette’s hands pressed a knife against her chest. The blade’s tip tickled that perfect place – just to the left of the sternum and in between the fourth and fifth ribs. From here, the blade could ease itself – like a warm knife through butter – straight through her heart.
Mark BolanowskiPublished 3 years ago in HorrorSunflowers
The sunflowers were almost as tall as me, which meant they still had much time to grow. I walked through the field with my hand out, running it along the stalks and leaves as I slowly moved by them, watching their heads weave as I walked by.
Fletcher WoodsPublished 3 years ago in HorrorAnonymous Diary
It had almost been a month of living in the place I had recently bought. Compared to the place I was living, it was way smaller. It was cozy whatsoever, and it didn't make me feel homesick. Especially, after moving 1,000 miles away from the place I used to call home. Everything was perfect, except the smell. The smell that could be only smelled in the hallway. Living in the brand new place, seemed to start turning into a nightmare. All because of the smell and where it came from, it wasn't from a body, however that was my first thought. It was from a small, black, notebook, that without releasing it, everything would change.
Fernanda MotaPublished 3 years ago in Horror7 Tennessee Urban Legends
There’s nothing like a spooky tale to liven up a quiet night and get your blood pumping. There’s something magnificently chilling about the unknown, terror hides in the dark and within the imagination. Tennessee may be a pretty happy state from the looks of it, with all the hot chicken and southern hospitality and such. It’s behind pretty doors that you find the scariest stories – and we’ve found a couple just for you.
Rebecca Lynn IveyPublished 3 years ago in HorrorCuriosity killed the Cat
Bye Jo, I’m going to miss you I whispered. Too scared to say it loudly in case he heard me! I turned and waved, licking my lips imagining what it would be like to run to him and kiss him just like Whitney did in The Bodyguard. “Oi, you going to stand there staring into space all day? Some of us have a plane to catch” said an old lady who looked like a cross between Mrs Shrek and Nanny McPhee. She was about 5ft tall with a slight hump on her back, skin that looked like a shammy leather, arms like popeye with a red angry boil on her nose. She was carrying two worn out leather bags, one in each hand as she barged past me to passport control.
Rachael CumberbatchPublished 3 years ago in HorrorInto The Woods
My arms are weak. I'm in excruciating pain. I lift my hands off my lap to my face and touch something warm running down my left temple into my hair, dripping into my ear. The pain in my arms is more than I can bear, and I drop them back onto my lap. I've done my best to prop myself up on the armrest of the truck door. As I glance down at my fingers, the viscous fluid spreads across my skin, swollen and numb from the zip tie, making it difficult to escape. My sparkling white-gold wedding ring is no longer bright with life, but dull and red. My thumb rolls into the crimson blood, leaving a stain. The blood is mine.
C.A. ConklinPublished 3 years ago in HorrorImposter's Syndrome
I can take no credit for my success. I am a mere transcriber, nothing more. The only work I do is typing the words exactly as they appear in the notebooks. I don’t know where they come from, but they’re mine now.
T. StrangePublished 3 years ago in HorrorMagic is a strong power
She laughed. The absurdity and pure ridiculousness were not lost on her. Ever since she could remember, even as a child- Clair had a way about her. Without ever needing to ask, people simply gave her things. Did things for her
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 3 years ago in HorrorDeath Visits Volume I
Charles steadied himself leaning into the hand grip as he slid the body into the refrigerator for the evening. The deceased's wife had left fifteen minutes earlier grief stricken. Initially, she had been unwilling to leave the funeral home afraid to abandon her husband of forty-four years.
Hayley M. MoonPublished 3 years ago in HorrorThe Forest is Pretty
Panting heavily, you stops dead in your tracks. You hurriedly look around, feeling as if the forest is spinning around your turning body. You're lost. You don't know where you came from nor where You're going. In the distance you hear a high pitched scream of horror. One of the other girls must've been caught. Don't go there. You tell yourself. Go in the opposite direction and you'll be fine... you'll be fine. You're running again, away from the screams. Branches and leaves crackle under the weight of your running body. You comes across a large cabin, Oh no, your stomach drops instantly as you recognize its features. No, no, no, no, no! NO! You take in a sharp breath. This – No! This can't be... This can't – your head snaps to the right as the sound of shuffling leaves gets close. Ducking behind a bush and its branches is your only option. You do so as quietly as possible. Heavy footsteps pass you as you hold in a quivering breath. When the footsteps are out of earshot. You look in the direction they vanished. Seeing a woman's unmoving body upon the shoulder of a burly man. How did this happen? You asks yourself. I just left this place. You duck right back behind the bush when you hear some shuffling near you. "Oh god..." says another girl. She too must've thought she was going in a different direction. The other girl vanishes in an instant, letting out a sharp yelp. Oh my god... this place is boobytrapped! How am I going to get out of here? You think to yourself. A tear runs down your face as you looks out toward the cabin, horrified. What does this man want from us? You turn back from where you came back from. I'll stay in this direction! That'll surely get me out of here... You're sprinting now. Don't look back. Look for traps. Don't look back. Look for traps. You repeat to yourself. Over and over. Snap! You turn your head. Another girl down. Keep running. You keep running. Sprinting. As fast as you can. Get out of here. You're looking down. Trying not to trip. A quick look up. Stop! A girl is hanging in a net. Go around. Move. You look around. And find the rope holding the other girl. Undo the knot and run. At least you'll know you helped. You go to the rope. You're struggling. Hurry. Hurry! You take a deep inhale. Breathe. The knot comes undone. And the other girl gets free and starts toward you. Run! You're sprinting again. There's no time to stop again. At least she's free. At least you helped. You turn your head to see the girl keeping up with you. You try to dodge her. She keeps up. Easier target in groups. You have to lose her. You change course. There's a trap. You jump over it at the last moment. The girl runs beside it. That was close. Too close. She needs to go. You hear more crackling. It's neither you nor the girl following you. You duck behind another bush. And wait. Breath quickly. Quietly. You look around. Trying to see what caused the crackling. The man rushes past. You close your eyes for a second. Breath. You tell yourself as your eyes flutter open. Just breath. The girl is still with you. She's staring. Expecting you to do something. What now? You can't just run. He's near. But if you stay. He might find you. You wait a few minutes. To make sure you aren't caught. You start running again. You're breathing heavily now. It's hard to run when you're scared. The other girl is still with you. You gave in. If we get caught you're leaving her for dead while you run. You hope it won't happen. You want to survive. You want both of you to survive. Keep running. There's a single gunshot. You and the girl fall to the ground. Look to the other girl. Eyes wide. You both understand to get up and run faster. Push. Faster. Don't worry about what's behind. Just keep running. You run. Sprint. Try to find a road. Keep going. Don't stop. Find a road. You're still running. It seems to take forever. You don't know how long you'll last. Another shot. This time you keep going. You hear the man yelling. His voice getting louder. Don't stop. Just keep going. Don't stop.
Tifany WalkerPublished 3 years ago in HorrorThe Black Notebook's History of Death
The Black Notebook's History of Death Jacob Olden lived a mostly secluded yet virtuous life. He was taught from a young age to follow his parents’ religion. And as he grew to an adult he lived his beliefs to a high level of fidelity. Few in this day and age live such a consecrated life but to Jacob it was his whole life. Despite this, he lived a somewhat lonely existence in a studio apartment. Jacob one evening as he studiously reviewed for his next Sunday school lesson, heard a knock at the door. Taking a break and marking his place in the reading, he got up and answered the door. On his porch was a short man with slick black hair, a suit, and a suitcase. “Yes, can I help you”, Jacob asked. The man spoke in an unusually deep voice for his size. “Are you Jacob Olden?” “Yes, sir”, Jacob responded. The man continued, “Your Great Uncle Phillip has died and you are one of the people he named in his will”. According to Jacob’s family, Phillip was a carnal man, the family didn't have a lot of contact with. But it would be rude to leave this lawyer on the porch, even as extravagant as he is. “Come on in, take a seat”. “Thank you, replied the man.” He came in and took a seat on the couch. “According to your uncle’s will and testament you have been named a beneficiary of 20,000 dollars.” Jacob thought about the concept. Money is the root of all evil, and can lead to exuberance. But he was also late on his bills and could use the money. Besides, I have lived a good life, I deserve to have a little bit of a reward. The man continued, “However there is a condition to this inheritance”. “An incredibly odd condition”. He took out a small black notebook. “The only condition according to the will is that you must take this notebook and make a willful entry according to the style of the other entries.” He handed over the notebook. It looked old and weathered, the leather although ancient seemed of a high quality. The man closed the briefcase and stood up. “Let us know when you complete the requirement”. The man reached the door. “Let us know when it is complete”. Jacob got up and closed the door behind the lawyer. Then sat back down and looked at the notebook with a measured curiosity. He opened the first page.
Spencer LuthiPublished 3 years ago in HorrorThe Granting
A crackle of thunder snapped Raziel awake from his much needed rest. 5:55 slightly illuminated his bedside meanwhile the dark motel room was eerily quiet. Deathly still.
Aisha BrownPublished 3 years ago in Horror