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Phantom Island-"Origins"-31
Duncan paused his story while the waitress refilled their coffees. He looked at the lady in front of him. He couldn’t believe he had finally found her; and not a moment too soon. He could tell she was truly interested in his story and would likely be saddened when it came time for him to go.
Author Jennifer TreecePublished 3 years ago in HorrorGiants
So I've just woken up and my stomach is making gurgling noises. I touch it and tell it I will get to it soon. I get off my bed and go to the bathroom to let off some water and once it calms down to a drizzle I wipe, flush, and wash my hands. I make my way to the fridge hearing the thumps as I walk across the ground surface barefoot and into the kitchen I go. I open the fridge door and see eggs and immediately my mind goes to french toast. So scrambled eggs, french toast and what else? How about some fruits? I look again in the fridge and see fresh blueberries, strawberries, and some orange juice. This will be my morning meal then.
Dianna SterlingPublished 3 years ago in HorrorThe lone prisoner
Slowly I began to regain my strength while all the while fainting weakness. Those who held me against my will had not been the wiser as their excitements continued. I hated them however through the torture they put me through I began to understand them. They solemn spoke to me, but when they did utter words it gave me a bitter sweet taste.
giovani serranoPublished 3 years ago in HorrorThe Bar Near My Home
My neck was stiff from lying too long on the couch. I could not recall when I last had the urge to move a muscle. My face was numb from hugging the sofa fabric and my back was screaming from bowing like a bridge into the cushions. Somehow, it felt as though I had just said goodbye to visitors, and was then wallowing in the sudden absence of interaction and embrace. This did not help motivate me to rouse myself from this self-induced anguish. In my line of sight, a show I had watched through a dozen times played on. The comedy had lost its fervor to me this day, and the drab daylight seemed to turn everything grey. The ache of my skeleton only perpetuated my exhaustion, and I realized if I did not move from this position, the cycle would continue indefinitely.
Antonio SuritaPublished 3 years ago in HorrorUpcoming Book
The horror genre has always been close to my heart. A child of the 80’s I grew up among some of the most disturbing horrific characters that have ever come across the big screen 📺 as well as the tv screen. Kudos to Stephen King for his “It” that either instilled in me a fear of clowns 🤡 or it exacerbated it.
Eating my experience (4)
TOME 5 I woke in the dark, my pillow still sopping wet and stuck to my face to the sound of alex playing the banjo slowly, trying to perfect a song he apparently wrote while i was asleep. "how long was I asleep?" asked groggily causing alex to jump slightly and drop his banjo on his lap.
L.D. MalachitePublished 3 years ago in HorrorPerilous Delivery Prologue
Prologue: It was a normal day in the tropical paradise of Costa Rica when he met her. Him spending a semester studying abroad. They say that Costa Rica is the most beautiful place on earth. There are more species of butterfly there than in all of Africa. A tiny little country, and yet diverse, glorious, and so full of beauty that nothing can really be compared to it. Yet, that day, he saw her, the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Even more beautiful, I dare say, than Costa Rica itself. Little did either of them know that she was about to end his carefree wayfaring life.
Kevin J.N. HughesPublished 3 years ago in HorrorWho Lives In Apartment 48
Chapter 6: Who Lives In Apartment 48. I managed to get signal last night. Desperately, I crawled down my bed and placed my phone in the windowsill above my bed. I'm getting weaker with each day that passes.
Tiffanie DotsonPublished 3 years ago in HorrorIt's in the Woods
I’m a 40-year-old construction worker, and I just bought a house up in the wooded area of my town. The reason why I bought it was because it is mostly secluded, neighbors are spread out, and the nearest grocery store is about 25 minutes away. I don’t like people all that much. So it was the perfect buy for me. However, I just put it back up for sale, there’s something out here with me, and I don’t want to go back to that place; I’m staying in a hotel for now.
zachary iliffPublished 3 years ago in HorrorMax.
Let me tell you a story about this young man named Max. My name is Al and I was Max’s best friend growing up. Max is fueled by hatred, he was a child that never had a chance to make it in this world. He had a bad upbringing, his mom died at birth so his dead beat father took care of him if you want to call it that. His father was the meanest man I’ve ever met in my life. Randle was his name, he would punish Max for just about anything, and he used to beat him until he would almost lose consciousness. This one time, Max was outside playing with some of the neighbor kids on his block, and then Randle came home and must’ve thought that he was having too much fun. He did his infamous whistle to call him back into the house and punched him in his stomach so hard he puked on the floor, and some of it got onto Randle’s shoe, so he beat him even more because of that.
zachary iliffPublished 3 years ago in HorrorYee Naaldlooshii
Like many, I have been surrounded by the paranormal since my first breath on this plain. My grandmother introduced me at a noticeably young age to ghost stories, television shows, movies and everything of the like. My earliest memories were of watching the silent black and white Dracula, and ET was my first window to the idea of "something more". To give a brief yet accurate depiction of the household I grew up in, I was surrounded by neopagan culture and became a confirmed Methodist at 13 to rebel against the paganist lifestyle of my mother and sister. My older sister spent many years as an Eastern Religions professor and was one of the only white women in some odd years to participate (bites, blood, and all) in a traditional Haitian voodoo practice. I have been smacked upside the head for pronouncing "voo-doo" and not the correct Creole way "vah-due".
Dee AxillaPublished 3 years ago in HorrorThe Portal in the Closet
Alex had found an apartment. Finally. It was a challenge for sure and definitely not the first place she would have picked. Unfortunately, with her recent bout of homelessness and her poor credit, she figured beggars could not be choosers.
Krista SwegheimerPublished 3 years ago in Horror