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Winchester: The Dark Closet
We were officially and completely unpacked. It was October, Halloween was approaching. We were very excited as Halloween is a favorite for us. The days were shorter and the nights were longer. The weather was so chilly that when the yards were watered with the sprinklers, they seemed to be wet all the time. There was never any warmth to dry it. As the sun set, all the little water drops sparkled like diamonds across the yard. Leaves were starting to fall from the trees, and it became even more gray and rainy out. It was beautiful.
Jesika RhodesPublished 3 years ago in HorrorCursed by It
My brother married a witch. I don't know if that's politically correct to say in these times and I definitely don't like to offend people. Okay, she's a bitch. Anyway. I was stuck in Texas with my Mom a few years ago and desperate to get away. Get anywhere, I guess, to the point that I asked my brother to come rescue me. He drove his work van all the way from Jacksonville, Florida to Houston, Texas to get me. My brother is a very good person. He got to spend some quality time with my Mom while he was there so they both enjoyed that. The morning of, we left early to try and get the trip finished in one day and still be able to sight see. We stopped in Alabama to see the ship that was at port and turned into a museum. We had a really good time. Except.... My brother talked incessantly the entire trip. Very loudly and very erratically. An hour after us hitting the road, I had to get him to pull over to get me a case of beer. His frenzied behavior was giving me a lot of anxiety. I was thinking maybe he was happy to see me. He was. But a couple of years later I started realizing it was something else entirely. Something that I would never imagine. Could never imagine. Something to make your skin crawl, lose your hair in clumps, and see blood come out of your body. Literally.
Tracy R SowellPublished 3 years ago in Horror3:00AM
Every night for the past week, the familiar sound of an owl hooting has woken me up. Living in a densely wooded area, this is a common experience and is often welcome by fellow night owls such as myself. The only strange part being the almost alarm clock precise time of the hooting. For the first few days I would listen to the hooting while reading or watching videos on my phone. By the third day I noticed that the hooting would start at 3:00 AM sharp and the owl would continue it’s hooting until the witching hour had passed. The sound was very relaxing, a soothing low pitch that would continue for a full hour. However, by the fifth day, it became a little unsettling. Barn owls had always been one of my favorite nightly sounds to listen to, next to the cayotes that would often howl at similar times. It wasn’t until that fifth night that I had realized the cayotes haven’t howled once since that owl had started. In fact, there was no other noise during that hour, other than the usual rustling of leaves and snap of twigs. Come the seventh night I decided it was time I look at this owl and see why it was perching on my rooftop and calling at such a strange hour every night. I waited until 2:59 in the morning to open my window and poke my head through the cold night air. I wish I could say the cold breeze is what brought a chill up my spine. Unfortunately, I saw the owl sitting in its typical spot, it’s hooting starting right on time. This is not the part that chilled me down to the bone. After following the owl’s big brown eyes, I noticed what it was hooting at. A large figure was perched directly across from my window, almost completely covered by the surrounding trees and foliage. Its large Orange eyes peered through me, then back at the owl. The owl continued it’s low almost melodic hooting, the creature’s eyes no longer seared through mine. I have heard in many legends and myths of owls being warning signals of sorts, and even spiritual protectors. I now understand why it sits so still, like the gargoyle protecting its home. I closed my window slowly, as softly as I could. I have always been very deeply invested in the supernatural and the occult. No amount of reading or preparing could have helped me understand what I was looking at in that moment. I picked up my phone ready to call for help, when I saw the time was 4:00AM on the dot another chill went down my spine, how had it been an hour already? I looked back out the window and saw the creature was gone, I opened my window just enough to poke my head through. I could hear other animals moving and creating small sounds again. With that thing nowhere in sight I decided to take a chance and look for my new possible savior. The owl had wandered over to its nest which sat a few feet from my window, it’s hooting stopped, its yellow eyes peeking over at me and then looking off into the woods again. I’m not sure if what I saw was real, or if anyone else will believe it but since then I leave bird seed and berries on my roof for that owl. I now refer to him as my gargoyle, for warding off what ever that thing is. Now every night I wait and listen for my small companion, it has been several days since the encounter. I am a bit worried tonight, I looked at his nest this afternoon and couldn’t find him, the berries I had left him in the morning were untouched. The clock just struck 3:03, I haven’t heard him, all I have heard is creaking from the tree across from my window.
Katie flakePublished 3 years ago in HorrorThe Owls are Not what they seem
My family and I were renting a cabin on a 6 acres farm in Sonoma County, about a 10 minute drive from the Bohemian Club. The property was surrounded by old growth redwoods, and when I would explore the property at night, the darkness felt suffocating.
Dylan BuffoPublished 3 years ago in HorrorA Series of Errie
Freezer - Part One My front tooth slightly overlaps my other front tooth. I’m a nightmare when I get hungry. I laugh at my own jokes. When he fell in love with me he fell in love with my flaws, and I accepted his - without really understanding the depth of what that meant.
Olivia J EdensPublished 3 years ago in Horror3:33 AM
‘Damn it!’ There it is again! Everytime I close my eyes there is that ghostly owl, seemingly piercing into my soul with its gaze. Every night for the past week I have had the same dream, I close my eyes and there it is. Just starring at me, it almost feels like it’s waiting for me. I can’t scream, I can’t move, I just look at it, looking at me. I miss sleep, I miss rest, all there is now is him. I’m assuming he’s a male because he just sits and stares at me and says nothing, females have way too much to say to waste such time. I wish I could ask my mother what he is, why he’s here, but she would just cry voodoo and I would succumb to another mambo bathing me in Florida Water and oils. It took me weeks to get the smell out of my locs last time.
Jessica MichelinePublished 3 years ago in HorrorRoad Trip
My son sat silently in the passenger seat of the pick-up truck we’d “borrowed” from our dead neighbor. He stared straight ahead, but was probably seeing nothing. The mileposts increased in value as we headed toward Idaho Falls. We had only been on the road a couple of hours, but I’d already seen at least 400 cars littered along the interstate. There were signs of life in some as we came upon and passed them, but I was not about to stop. It wasn’t worth the risk. It was us or them. I never imagined I would have the capacity to think in such a way, but I believe that changed the moment I had to drive a kitchen knife into my suddenly insane wife’s heart to keep her from murdering our oldest child. Or maybe it had changed prior to that, like when I discovered the bodies of the other four children. Regardless, charity had become a death sentence. I looked back over at my son and caught the glint of tears running down his face. All I could manage from my position in the driver’s seat was to lay my hand on his shoulder. He turned his head toward the passenger window and stayed that way until we stopped.
Zach BjorgePublished 3 years ago in HorrorLet's Talk About Bigfoot...
I embarked on my journey towards finding the truth in the otherworldly at a young age. Most of my early years of research were spent in front of a TV, gawking at ghost hunting crews. But at 17 I set out on what was supposed to be a routine day - and my entire perspective and research method has since shifted. For the past five years, I’ve had to reimagine what the paranormal means to me and how so many people nowadays have it all wrong! Some of the most common misconceptions in the fields of the paranormal and cryptozoology surround one monster in particular - The Bigfoot.
Alesia BrooksPublished 3 years ago in HorrorThe Forest Floor
An ache grows in my chest, right where my heart should be. I gasp out a breath, tears falling down my face, but it’s the barn owl’s screech that makes my tired eyes open wide.
Mycheille NorvellPublished 3 years ago in HorrorWinchester: The Haunted Pencil
Continued from part one of my story, we were not alone in the house. We were physically alone yes, just my children, dog, and myself, but spiritually… no. This I did not know just yet. Little things would happen. The lights would flicker or shut off, or even, occasionally, just turn on at random. This could be explained through faulty or old wiring. It was a 70 year old home after all. Several of the things in it were the original construction. I will add that even after being looked at, repaired, or even replaced, the electrical activity did not seize. That beautiful 1940 O’Keef and Merrit gas stove would suddenly have the knob turned just enough to emit gas into the room. This was obvious through the bitter smell. Things would get moved, lost and show up in a different place, fall and break. Of course I had children but neither of them were tall enough to see onto kitchen counters. One couldn’t even crawl yet.
Jesika RhodesPublished 3 years ago in Horror- Top Story - January 2021
What If... Marvel Characters and Weaponry Were Replaced By Horror Movie Icons?
As I was watching some horror movies, it got me thinking. What would it be like if they made the MCU movies into horror movies?
Rand EinfeldtPublished 3 years ago in Horror Blood Lover
I breathed deep and stretched my neck back, catching sight of a barn owl perched among the branches above. The darkness was no barrier as large eyes peered at me from a flat face. I was gorged and reborn with the sanguine liquid flowing through me. I grinned and wiped the blood from my chin with the back of a hand.
Kim PetersenPublished 3 years ago in Horror