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Crater Lake
“I can’t believe your making me leave! I don’t want to go!” I cried hysterically. “Sweetheart, I’m sorry but you have given us no other choice,” said mom.
Jyoti DiClementePublished 3 years ago in HorrorHaunted in the Night
Chapter Three. That night Claire slept on the couch, if that is what you could call it, she had kept the fire burning all night and only slept very lightly, flinching awake at any noise, especially when the wind blew and rattled the window shutters.
Nicola RattleyPublished 3 years ago in HorrorTiming?
WI, 1963 My eyes averted from the mess and stack of hay bales to the shovel at the far corner of the barn. The weather was a light hymn of ice and rain as the fog settled around the windows, heat dissipating from my body but making its way to the small pieces of glass panels built into the walls. If I had forgotten something it was always a little more, piece by piece, left in this room. I couldn’t exactly settle on any one thought, though Abby was always, just slightly, in the forefront of my mind. If I had to offer myself a word of advice, I’d make sure to note I’d have just enough time to take Abigail to the seasonal Mill’s Christmas Market in town tomorrow. It was always necessary for me to think of every goal set in my day. My flannel wasn’t offering much heat in this Wisconsin snow, but I didn’t think I’d take too much time.
Tatianah WPublished 3 years ago in HorrorThe Screech
The screech. The unbearable screech. The unmistakable yet insufferable sound from a barn owl. Fuck you, owl, can you just let me die in peace? Fuck you, owl. Aren’t you supposed to say something nice, like hoot-hoot? Why do you have to perch your stupid feathery body right on the branch atop me? Can’t you see how broken I am? Can’t you see the blood pouring off my veins? Can’t you hear the gurgling sounds coming from my throat as it fills with blood? Can’t you feel the pain, the unimaginable pain as my body lies here, torn apart by the claws of the bear?
Enter the mines pt. 1
Andreas and Moira arrived at the Morgue a quarter after 6 , Prior to this they ate thai food and andreas took a well needed nap in the car on the way there. They walked inside and Moira cleared her throat "it's this one." they walked up to the metallic coffin in the wall and pulled it out, Andreas observed the room and then looked at the body "Hm.." he stood next to it and observed the chest area , he quietly stared at it. Moira looked around in an uneasy manor. the building was like a refrigerator and everybody in the room was from the past month, people she knew and interacted with on the daily, she was the sheriff after all. She breathed hard and looked at Andreas "what are you doing.." , he shook his head "Yeah i'm gonna have to go deeper." Moira's eyes fixated on him sharply "Huh..?" The grey rings on his eyes glowed warmly and he put his hand on the body "Sh." he stared blankly but you could tell he was focusing. He was reading the trauma the body stored within itself , it's how he's able to track situation's that don't leave any physical marks, it's how he was able to know a djinn was attacking Moira and her son's minds.
Zachariah DouglasPublished 3 years ago in HorrorThe Owl Card
Heather’s boss started to scream at her and the rest of the coworkers on her team. “This is NOT what I wanted people! Start over...NOW!” With that George Ashburn stormed out of the conference room. The team of four sat in silence until Anne spoke up, “He can not keep treating us this way.” Tears started to swell up in Heather's eyes but she refrained. Jake and Lauren started to agree with Anne and all three began to become heated. Heather finally spoke, “It’s not like we can do anything. Ashburn has been like this for the last four years that I’ve worked here.” Jake stood up and told them he was going to HR. Lauren laughed, “Good luck! Remember Robert Sims? He went to HR last fall and nothing was done. Then, the week of Christmas, Ashburn gave him the boot!” Anne rolled her eyes and then asked the group if they should get drinks after work. Everyone agreed.
Steven RicePublished 3 years ago in HorrorThe Path to Escape
Adrenaline coursed through my body and panic churned in my stomach. I tried so hard to kick, but nothing was working. I tried to scream but it was drowned out by the fabric shoved into my mouth. I could feel the movement of the car as it turned. I heard the bass and drums of a familiar rock and roll song. Sweat poured over me in the hot trunk and I felt the wheels drift off-road onto a dirt path. We were headed for the woods. If I didn't escape this guy, I knew I would die a torturous death. I continued to kick blindly upwards and to the sides, trying to squint through the dim light that was streaming through the cracks of the trunk. I felt the latch beginning to loosen a bit. I turned my body and tried to leverage myself as best as I could. I kicked the trunk roof as hard as possible, and it flew up. The man slammed on his breaks. Now or never.
Cosmo CarrPublished 3 years ago in HorrorEyes
I remember those round, rust orange colored eyes. Things can be so unclear in the darkness, but those eyes I remember vividly. Those eyes from that night come to me in my dreams, but then again maybe that's all it was - my imagination.
Olivia J EdensPublished 3 years ago in HorrorFootsteps
Noises- Part I I've always been scared of the dark from a little girl up until my adult years always needing a light on or a candle lit so that I could feel safe thinking that would keep the boogie man away. I As I got older I never grew out of my fear of the dark I just basically some what ignored the noises staying cautious just in case my worse nightmare came true I'd be prepared to face my biggest fear. As of now my concern is releasing this evil spirit out my house or imagination forever that seems to be only available at night. I am on a mission to solve this case of mysterious footsteps and sounds that has followed me throughout my life.
Angel _disguisePublished 3 years ago in HorrorGoul, Demon and Devil
I have been ghoul, demon and the devil itself. I have been feared as the monster of Arabia and worshipped as a God of Egypt. My kind have always been and will always be. We are a myth that continues to entertain and instigate art, storytelling and deviance. Throughout history we have always instilled fear, but so much so that we continue to be relegated to mythology and not fact. We have been our own best spin doctors to allow ourselves to be noted throughout history, but continue to be a tale and not a reality. It makes me laugh that we have hidden for so long in plain site and move as the silent predator who provides hope to their prey . What predator does that? The wolf does not provide the deer with hope for their future, only death. We offer something different.
Jennifer Pain-AndrejinPublished 3 years ago in HorrorLilith Awake
I am a being of indescribable evil. You know me. My name has been spoken from the trembling lips of the most blessed and cursed among you for millennia untold.
Nathan AmthorPublished 3 years ago in HorrorThe Role We Play
This is my role. I observe with complete abandon. Watching from the inside and beyond. To be content in all situations is the goal. How hard it has been to be so hard on myself yet, that is also the role. There are no justified resentments. Must I forgive so that I may be free? I am ok with the person I have become good or bad because ultimately it is just a mask. I choose love yet embrace my dark side, not because I’m evil but because the focus is achieved through duality. Through war and famine are we able to grow? I must always remember that fear is the opposite of growth. I can see the beauty in darkness because it is all around me. So please, go easy on the Devil, for he is a friend of mine, sometimes…
Christopher HarveyPublished 3 years ago in Horror