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Concrete Jungle - The Wise Old Owl
The night goes much as I expect, same shit, different asshole. After that horrible Hallowe'en party that I want nothing more than to forget, I haven't been myself. I feel so awful for just abandoning Malachi there, but how can I tell him what happened when I'm not even sure? He's going to kill Ducas. I want to kill Ducas, too, and his friends. From what I do remember, they just stood around, watching. How can people be so cruel? What happened to me?
M.O. LeClairPublished 3 years ago in HorrorConcrete Jungle - A Frog's Life
What a lovely building. One of these new condo types. Sheesh. Expensive. Too expensive for my blood and too small too. I like my cozy ranch house.
M.O. LeClairPublished 3 years ago in HorrorHer
Her Her hands trembled as she reached for it. She knew it was wrong to go through other people's belongings, but she felt such an unavoidable temptation. It was clear, if she saw what was inside, there was no going back. There was no life before this. Nothing to stop her from pursuing what would come after opening the book. She hesitated, pulled back - and eventually, reached her hand out – ever so slightly. She picked up the book. She opened it. The first line of wording on the first page scared her. She immediately put the book down. She walked away.
Brittanee LoomisPublished 3 years ago in HorrorThe Coin
The car drove fast down the hillside and pulled into the driveway. A tall, slender man got out. His name was Charlie Banks. He looked at the estate of his departed mother, Alexandria and a tear came to his eye. He walked up to the door and was greeted by the butler, Jarvis.
Gary StuckeyPublished 3 years ago in HorrorA New Home
Footsteps echo loudly in naked hallways, don’t they? Without carpet or furnishings to cushion the noise, it feels intrusive and loud, like hooves in a temple. Half of me savours the sassiness of the sound and the other half wants to slip my shoes off, tiptoe, whisper.
L.C. SchäferPublished 3 years ago in HorrorGift Of The Forest
Gift Of The Forest By Ian Knowles Grandma always told me not to go near the forest on the edge of the property. She was a superstitious woman; God rest her soul. Mom always said she was eccentric and to pay her no mind. Uncle Darren also told me not to go messing around by the woods. "Dangerous wild animals,” he would gravely grumble. I believed Uncle Darren so I avoided it, even with the foolhardy confidence of being surrounded by my adventurous cousins.
Ian KnowlesPublished 3 years ago in HorrorA Childhood Memory
Some of my earliest memories take place when I was a toddler of about 2 years old. I remember living in a small cottage at the east edge of the town where I grew up.
Johnston BlackhorsePublished 3 years ago in HorrorSpring Allergies
This is the first short story I ever wrote, a sort of challenge to see if I could do it. It became a very long story that has been edited many times over the years. Some of the ideas in it are outdated, like tabloid magazines at the grocery checkout. All we see now are celebrity gossip rags. But the underlying question of how you respond when your world is falling apart remains.
LUCINDA M GUNNINPublished 3 years ago in HorrorEating my experiences (14)
TOME 15 The walk towards downtown was peaceful and we enjoyed catching up to one another. I walked hand in hand with Zach, an act that brings up old memories of me crying in his arms over now seemingly trivial problems involving my mother. He is a kind and calming soul which I am glad to have retrieved. He would often catch me smiling up at him and tease me lightly. Just like old times.
L.D. MalachitePublished 3 years ago in HorrorThe Wolf Man
"Even a man who is pure in heart, and says his prayers by night; May become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms and the autumn moon is bright." --The Wolf Man (1941)
Truth or Dare?
“Truth or Dare?” Allie grinned at me, her face barely visible in the moonlight. My mouth was dry from anticipation and I felt a tickle in my throat as the dust from the corners of the abandoned cabin swirled around us. I coughed loudly. “What?”
R.A. AndersonPublished 3 years ago in HorrorDark-Haired Dead Girl
It is a strange and crazy thing to see the other side of the veil. My gift isn't as strong as others. I have to close my eyes before I can activate my third eye. I can only see when I can't see. Today, I will share a story about a dark-haired dead girl and what transpired when we first met.
Jennifer S. BensonPublished 3 years ago in Horror