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Come again?
The old lady sits on the edge of her chair, an old wingback upholstered in a green and red flowery print. There are white lace doilies on each arm. The chair matches the rest of the room, from the rose shag carpet to the mahogany armoire in the corner that displays rows and rows of hummel figurines and beanie babies. On her lap sits a tiny long-haired Chihuahua named Wonton, quivering and staring at me. This is a grandma’s house if ever I’ve seen one, and the lady across from me belongs here.
TL DemmonsPublished 3 years ago in HorrorCan't Leave
I've kept to myself in my own little apartment for a while since I don't really like interacting with people since people seem to know how to piss me off most of the time. I work at home and once in a while drop by the convenience store nearby to grab myself some food and water to survive since tap water sucks major ass a lot of the time - I think it mostly has to do with me being in the city though.
CynicalPepperPublished 3 years ago in HorrorMagical Black Book
Sabrina walked through the city, not at all excited to get home. After all she had chores, two siblings to take care of, and an alcoholic father. She never asked for this life and sometimes she wondered what would happen if she was to just run away from the caged life she currently lived. She was only seventeen years old, having to work, take care of house chores and protect her siblings. How was she suppose to live a normal teenage life when she was suppose to take care of adult things. Perfect practice though for when she does leave her family behind.
Erica PughPublished 3 years ago in HorrorPallid Airs and Lost Highways
Ellsworth and Emery Kolb were in their twenties when they opened their own photography studio high in the South Rim of the Grand Canyon in 1904. Not too shabby for a business that didn’t result in putting a bullet in someone’s head back then. Robbing, killing and pillaging were all financially beneficial parts of the region and the Kolb brothers were as gentle as cloud fluff and had no means for such sketchy vices. Truth was, there had been only one gun in between them should their venture exploring the Colorado River leave them in any danger and that cold pistol remained cold for several years after it was bestowed upon them by their father.
Julius WhitfieldPublished 3 years ago in HorrorThe Alchemist's Dog
It was on a midnight in November when I visited the alchemist again. We had been friends during college, but after graduation we had steadily drifted apart as we pursued our disparate paths in life; me into the mundane world of finance and trade, and him deeper into the eccentric studies for which he was constantly ridiculed by the scientific establishment of the time. The rain was pouring out of a black sky as I stood on the small sheltered porch of his townhouse, waiting for an answer to my knock. Eventually his shadowed face appeared behind a crack in the doorway, and small white hand, thin and spotless as a doll’s, beckoned me inside. He looked older than I remembered him. His abundant black hair was beginning to gray. But his eyes glowed with a nervous excitement brighter than I had ever seen in him before.
Clyde HimmelsteinPublished 3 years ago in HorrorSticky Rice
Bian was so excited. It was her sixteenth birthday, and all her relatives were arriving. She loved spending time with her cousins, and she wished that they did not live so far away.
John Peragine AuthorPublished 3 years ago in HorrorLittle Black Book
It was Friday morning and Jared stood, nodding approvingly into the full length mirror. It had been some time since he had bought something for himself but it was time to finally enjoy the little extra money he had rather than just save his life away. The mall seems like the perfect place since it lost its appeal to the teenagers. Jared felt light hearted the more he turned to view himself. He was trying on a new pair of navy blue jeans that were a perfect fit. ‘You can’t take it with you to the grave so might as well enjoy it’ Jared said to himself as he decided to wear the new pair out. He slipped his Doc Martens on as he folded and rolled his old pants and tucked then into the crook of his left arm. In one swift movement he turned and unlatched the fitting room door, giving his reflection one last nod before swinging it open and making his way to the cashier.
Cynthia HendricksonPublished 3 years ago in HorrorMonster of the Appalachian
Since I was a child, I have always been fascinated with creatures that are yet to be on any biologists list of known species. Nessy, Bigfoot, The Mothman, chupacabra, all of them. I would study for hours. Read encyclopedia entries, eyewitness accounts, and even fiction novels by avid monster fans such as myself. As big as my interest was, I never considered actually encountering one of the creatures. But, to understand why I was in the position I was in that caused me to come face to face with a legendary cryptid, I need to take you back a little ways.
Nick BuntinPublished 3 years ago in HorrorOne Page
This Story Starts where Another Begins; In the hands of A man Named Ron, from a wish from a magical little black notebook. Turns out this wasn’t the usual Writing Pad? This one was special and had only 3 pages for some reason? On the back it was Written “A page is but a day, would you give one for a wish?” Which was very eerie to say the least? But as a bullheaded Man Ron was, He says a loud, “ Heck i wish i could see what a day of being rich and famous looks like...” And As he speaks the page begins to write his words. Then “swoosh”Ron was pulled into the pages,
Ronnie Lo ProductionsPublished 3 years ago in HorrorThe Dungeonmaster (1984)
When I was a kid, back around the year 1987 or 1988, there was an old-fashioned videocassette store called "Globe Video." It was situated on a sleazy gravel parking lot on the Marion, Indiana bypass, and it was one of those low-rent , down-at-the-heels little places with a counter and shelves lined with those big old-fashioned videocassette boxes, the often garish and provocative cover images promising cheap thrills and a few hours of escape, and all for just ninety-five cents.
A Twisted Dream: The Faceless Ones
Rarely do I recall my dreams. Only the most twisted linger long enough after I wake for me to record the strange details. I often question what events in my waking life must trigger my subconscious to create such intense, fascinating nightmares. What elements must be real. What creatures must lurk beneath a disguise of human flesh in broad daylight, what instinct senses them just enough to draw them into my mind as I sleep. But I digress. Here is a recent twisted dream.
Jennifer W.Published 3 years ago in HorrorI remember
NO RETURN YEAH. You see the date correctly. When is the last date that you remember. I remember when shit used to be normal for the average human being. That was the last recorded day and time.
Andrew HallPublished 3 years ago in Horror