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It Lurks
Emma has her head resting on Madison’s chest as they lie on their sleeping bags. She bolts upright as she hears Kyle’s scream.
Kelsey HarrisPublished 3 years ago in HorrorDoors (Book 1 of the Longwood Series)
It had been two weeks since she went to church. Gwynn dropped in often as did Maureen. Sheila made other friends from the neighborhood, but Gwynn and Maureen were her favorites. She could tell them anything and, often, they had the same answer.
Carmen CorridonPublished 3 years ago in HorrorSteak through the Heart
‘Darling, could you pass the butter please?’ Cassandra Reece was a formidable woman, who looked like she didn’t need any extra butter.
Barney JonesPublished 3 years ago in HorrorBlood and Rain
All around her the fog swirled, thick and foreboding. No birds sang. No rodents chattered. It was as though they stood as silent witnesses to some horror she had yet to stumble upon within the shadows of her home. Her nose twitched. The scent of woodsmoke began to drift through the air, tinged with just the faintest hint of blood. Soon she would be able to smell roasting meat, she was sure of it. If she approached the right way, she might be able to win some food for herself.
Jennifer GrossPublished 3 years ago in HorrorScrimshaw
Some time back, I stumbled into a grim little shop in San Francisco. Windows painted black and peeling, the dusty hold uninviting. Cluttered, shadowed, it was not a place for uncertain intent. Alone in a feral display of meaningless things, I was drawn to an old glass cabinet behind the counter. On the top shelf, on black velvet gone gray and green, were two works of scrimshaw. The display, the work, the grime on the glass all spoke of years locked away. The price tags suggested generations.
My Sweet Assassin
I walked along the cobblestone alleyway without a care in the world— until I saw the wanted posters. The off-set yellowish color of the parchment complimented the brown brick walls it rested in the center of and the dirty, worn stone that made up the path to the town square. I stopped in my tracks and looked over the words of the poster, which by now, I've read dozens of times, but once more couldn't hurt. Could it?
Samantha HeckPublished 3 years ago in HorrorFinish Your Food
I can hear her now as if it were yesterday. Sunday evening was always one of my favorite times when I was growing up. We lived in a small little hick town on the outskirts of Prosperity, Indiana. All the neighbors were family in some way or another, and one of them was my grandmother.
Jack Oliver PlumerPublished 3 years ago in HorrorIt Lurks
Friday. Not the thirteenth, but from Kyle’s point of view it might as well be. He stand outside a large tent that he and Shane have propped up in a small clearing. Their campsite has a fire going and plenty of beer in the cooler. Kyle faces his fancy DSLR that rests on its tripod. He talks to it. “We are getting ready to scare the shit out of my ex and her… girlfriend.” He makes a face during the last word.
Kelsey HarrisPublished 3 years ago in HorrorThe truth within
Derek‘s day had started so well, he considered as he approached the rail of the bridge, breakfast with his wife after three rounds of bare skin greco Roman wrestling, before the drive to the office where it had all suddenly fallen apart. Being met by the FBI armed with a search warrant, a missing business partner and empty bank accounts was not how he envisioned his day going at all. After four hours of relentless questions about off shore shell companies, money laundering schemes and sketchy cartel like characters Derek was broken, Derek was broke, and Derek was tired, tired of striving to be crushed under the waves.
Rob ChapmanPublished 3 years ago in HorrorDEATH
DEATH My death wasn't as painful or dramatic as I have always been afraid of. It was over in seconds, I didn't even feel the impact. I had always been afraid of dying. As a nurse, I have tended to many a soul on their sojourn exodus out of this world. The scariest part was watching them suffocate and struggle to breathe, going from eighteen breaths a minute, to twelve, to eight, to four, to one, and finally, zero. I tried to do it on my own, to experience what they could have been going through, but I panic every time.
Sam McIntoshPublished 3 years ago in HorrorChildhood Ghost Story
I am still working on Perilous Delivery, however, since I was sick this week, I wanted to make sure I still got you guys something, so I decided to write a true story of something that happened when I was a child that helped get me started onto the paranormal.
Kevin J.N. HughesPublished 3 years ago in HorrorMy Dearest
June 9th 2020 My Dearest Little Book, Forty-four years ago I was born and doomed for a life of heart ache, pain, and despair.
Coco Jenae`Published 3 years ago in Horror