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Spiritonth
Spiritonth 1870 I am possessed by devils, ceaseless vampires that torture my soul until I satisfy their hunger. The devil has me at the tip of a cup and I am a party within minutes. Just one turns in to two that turns in to ten that turns to blackness then questions then regret. Slowly and surely the mind begins to clear but the devil within and its temptations are always near. 1 Corinthians 10:21 Ye cannot drink from the cup of the lord and the cup of devils” Tonight I drink from the cup of the devil within me, that stirs from its ill slumber at this late hour and wants its medicine.
By Graham R Rispin3 years ago in Horror
The Devil and The Owl
The devil glowered bitterly as he slouched in The Obsidian Throne dissecting the events of his most recent disappointment. The High Holy One, he surmised, had cheated again. It was the only way He could win. It was the only way He had ever won. So when the devil, recently returned from yet another failed venture, found himself in a particularly rancorous mood, The Black Palace, having been erected in one of the darker corners of his realm, served as pensive space where he could escape from the chaos swirling around The Throne of Thorns (his usual locality) to sulk alone in his thoughts. And sulk he did (though not entirely alone. A few rats scurried about, quietly spreading disease in a corner somewhere).
By Arthur Maturo3 years ago in Horror
The House That Moves at Night
Walter's eyes suddenly shot open from the barely audible sound of a floorboard creak down the hallway from the bedroom. Abruptly Walter sat up in bed and glanced around the inky black room. He reached, feeling for his cellphone on the bedside table and fumbled to check the time. 2:56am.
By Jamie Refenes3 years ago in Horror
The Day it Changed
On a frigid fall night in the city, the flapping of hundreds of wings can be heard from inside a small basement apartment, dully lit with lightbulbs on the verge of combustion. In this apartment resides a boy who is never too much and never too little. Asher Kent is unsettled and silent, and tonight he puts on an extra sweater to ward off the cold air seeping through every crack in what is at least temporarily his home. As he moves from his bedroom to the living room, he turns on his paper lamp and is calmed by the yellow light and the sound of his own footsteps. With a heavy exhale, he turns on his television, callously flipping away from the news channels that are yammering on about the crows.
By Greyley Sabin3 years ago in Horror
Winston
It was twenty years ago, today, that I lost my good friend, Winston. It was such a dreadful way to die, but he died a hero. Our friendship was brief, but I often reminisce about the times we had. Not everyone is blessed to have such a friendship as I did. Let me take you back to those days and introduce you to my long, lost friend and the fateful events that were the cause of his demise. It is 1943, and I am living at a boarding school in Australia.
By Morgan Hudson3 years ago in Horror
The Price of Bravery
Tonight's the night. The night that's plagued my nightmares for weeks. Tonight's the night I die. "I'm telling you all, it's a suicide mission! You're out of your whiskers if you go through with this!" Notchear squeals, though I don't understand why he's worked himself up so vehemently. It's not him who risks his life tonight.
By Devin Thorpe3 years ago in Horror
Folklore & Family
The cold was a welcome distraction from my current miserable state. Although, I regretted not grabbing a warmer jacket. I tugged it closer as another gust of wind blew. I rubbed my hands together and blew hot air onto them. Not bringing gloves was another oversight. My already sensitive skin would pay for it come morning.
By Laurel Mora3 years ago in Horror
Under the Cover of Darkness
The air that leaks from the cracks of my window is cold, I can feel its icy breath down the back of my neck as the heater in my room broils below. It is a multi-sensory experience, like the hot waters and cool pools of a Russian bath, at least I think it is.
By Julieanne Lozano3 years ago in Horror
Park Owl
People had been disappearing at night. The news had barely spoken about any of the victims, but we all knew. Things get around in a small town like this. I'm a night summer time jogger and have been since high school. Most people hate to run, but I love nothing more than to strap on my headphones and just go where the night breeze takes me. Because of the recent disappearance I have been staying in, the stagnation was starting to bother me more than the thought of winding up missing. two of the girls had gone to my high school, they were the type of girls who snuck out often to be with boys their parents didn't know they knew, no one was surprised when they didn't come home. Mrs. Smith however was the opposite of that. Just a sweet old lady who like to watch Judge Judy reruns and quilt. She went missing from her back yard, the only thing they found of her was a single house shoe with a drop of her blood on it, no footprints of anyone but her... almost as though she had been taken by air. Ill miss her, my mom used to go do welfare checks on her, just to be a nice neighbor, she was always talking about owls, how much she loved them, how to always be sure to respect them. I shook my head, I need air. Ill take my phone, some mace, and my pocket knife I thought, I will be fine. I took off on my favorite path along Woodward Park and headed up a hill to the right, I could see a tree with a bench under it in the moonlight. I'll stop there to rest, then head home, I told myself.I reached the tree and sat down. the town looked like a city of stars, no one could know the pains this city has held by looking at it like this I thought and decided to snap a picture with my phone, my screen turned on ultra bright and briefly blinded me as it lit up. Above me I heard a shreek and the cracking of limbs. I about jumped out of my skin as i shown my light up to see what moved beyond me. Hidden amongst the branches was what i could make out as an owl, but, this had to be some kind of different owl, it was huge! bigger than i was by far, and its face, looked....off, skeletal, sunken, dark, all excepts its eyes, its eyes were glowing this greenish yellow. i lowed my light and chucked to myself nervously. its just a stupid owl, i said to myself, calm down. your a big ugly bird now aren't you? well have your tree, I'm off. as I turned to jog back a deep voice from behind me spoke, you shouldn't laugh. my blood ran cold. without turning around i asked, did you just talk? i was met with complete silence for a moment, then a subtle, normal owl hoot. i laughed hard at this, for sure my mind needed a rest. talk of killers had me all worked up. i started down the hill when i noticed a shadow around me, the moon was bright and this was an open path, i looked up and nearly lost my mind. it was following above me! huge, the wingspan twice as wide as my height. Kicking it into high step, and forcing myself to push past, just as i started to realize that I'm running from a bird and this is probably in my mind, it spoke again and relieved all doubts i had that i needed to run faster. "you shouldn't have laughed, you disrespectful thing, i will clean your bones, you will grow my wing' having to think fast as i did not want to lead this creature to my house i dipped across the bike path, off the park property and across traffic. Out of the frying pan and into the fire, i saw headlights coming right for me and then the car swerved and hit a nearby tree. i rushed over to see if the driver was okay but before i could get to him he was out of the car and cussing at me about my carelessness. withing a moment, the owl descended on the man, plucking his eyes from his skull as he screamed and then his tongue. i was horrified. the monstrous owl lifted the still alive man into the air and took off with him. paralyzed in fear I stood there then another approaching car shook me from my daze and i ran the rest of the way home. That's been days now, I haven't left home. people keep disappearing but no one is searching for them and I know why. its out there, even now, in my neighbors tree waiting for me. foods been running low, but the pizza guy never made it to the door. i don't know why its here or what we did to upset it, but I dont think its going away anytime soon.
By The Fairy Shaenna Dixon-Ray3 years ago in Horror