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Primal Perspective
Kyle James was running from bullies. As per usual. He had actually begun to worry that his team of tormentors had forgotten about him when he passed them on his way to 7-Eleven and the leader, Johnny, had promptly led an attack. It was nice to be cared about. Kyle was glad that he’d been running from bullies for about twelve of his seventeen years, so it was more of an annoyance now than an actual threat. It also helped that his bearers of misery had repeatedly changed over the years, and they were typically nowhere near as fast as him.
Riley Julian MinnichPublished 4 years ago in HorrorKarma
“Alice.” Alice Harding spun around, looking around the haunted house to see who had said her name. “What’s wrong?” Sammy asked as she came up beside the other girl, a touch of concern creeping into her thick tone of boredom.
Riley Julian MinnichPublished 4 years ago in HorrorImaginary Fiend
Dearest Diary, My name is Lily Powell. It’s time I told my story in the hopes that when my dead body is found, someone will finally believe me. No one has ever believed me before… and maybe I’m a little optimistic that my death will prove I’m not crazy, but it’s the only thing keeping my hands from trembling as I set out to tell you what my life has been like.
Hales HellionPublished 4 years ago in HorrorHunt for the Kansan subway monster
Ok so me Getting ordained as a pastafarian minister (June 10) was one of the best things to happen to me, always having Autism I was always the guy who was outcasted, I tried everything submitting to all the fads, and even (4 years to the day) once joined a local Mennonite community (Lyndon) which was a succsess. They accepted me into the community with open arms, they introduced me to there culture and to the Bible (and to be honest I believed in god more as it was my prayers answered that I found that community) and there was one man who treated me better than all the others but they all treated me with kindness and acceptance never making fun of me and it was like a dream come true my belief in god truly was at its highest till they then vanished me over a very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very vast misunderstanding it was there overly high lack of knowledge in modern science as well as my own comfort level (seeing them as family) and my forgetting to take my seizure medication (which made me have to play with a card in my pocket to not have a headache and a seizure during the church service) and there lack of letting me explain, that got me kicked out.
Rev. Dillion BurnsPublished 4 years ago in HorrorTop 10 scariest Urban Legends
I've always been fascinated by Urban legends and how much impact they can leave behind through superstition. Some people will not think that Urban Legends exist, however, people who maybe believe in the paranormal and everything involved within, will believe in them.
Deanna-Marketa DeanPublished 4 years ago in HorrorTHE TERROR ZONE
CHAPTER FIFTEEN I woke up and walked around the house looking for our company. No one was in his or her rooms. I checked the kitchen, the upper rooms, the outside, but I couldn’t find anyone. I called to them, but no one answered.
5 Bone Chilling Tales Of Ghostly Brides That Would Make Terrifying Horror Movies...Dare To Say I Do?
Growing up as little girl, some of them often dream of achieving goals such as having a successful career, becoming a fantastic mom among other things, but in reality the number one thing that they have in mind (most of the time) is meeting "the one" and walking down the aisle on that special day. But sometimes life throws unexpected surprises at us and what happens when that day never comes? Either you move on with your life or stay stuck in some never ending cycle of self destruction or take revenge in your own ghostly hands and haunt these places for eternity.
Rain- Screaming for HorrorPublished 4 years ago in HorrorLife’s Ruts
Life’s Ruts Tears streak down my face as I struggle awake to stop the incessant beeping. “Just a horrible dream,” I tell myself. I reach to feel the comforting warmth of my still-sleeping wife before rising. Blood red neon informs me it is five-o-eight, July second. The day after Canada’s birthday.
Frank TalaberPublished 4 years ago in HorrorAzrael’s Whispers
Azrael’s Whispers Desecraters of tombs, looters plucking at baubles, that’s what we were. Crowbars levered at nails screeching in protest like babies torn from their mother's womb as we tore at the boards erected to bar entrance to this once-hallowed ground. I stared at rust flows etching down cedar planks, outlining the vestiges of the Catholic cross that once stood over the doorway. White paint crumbled, graying under the oppressive touch of the sun’s heat, only to be swept away by the breath of wind and rain’s caress to dim lands of memory’s fading passages. Haphazardly nailed plywood concealed stained-glass windows that once danced with the colors of heaven. None of us knew when this old angel of grace had been closed up, but I felt the whispers singing by my as the old doors creaked open.
Frank TalaberPublished 4 years ago in HorrorDream State Part 3
Part 3: Hello Stable Insanity. I feel insecure, I can not trust myself and the day seems so unreal yet it is very much real. I can not focus these dreams I keep having most be nightmares caused by being over worked and the shadow I saw must have been my mind playing tricks on me from not having woken up fully.
Alixzandra WisemanPublished 4 years ago in HorrorDeal With the Devil
PAGE 1 INT. MATTHEW’S OFFICE - NIGHT PANEL 1: ESTABLISHING SHOT - COMMERCIAL DISTRICT, CHICAGO The skyline of a Chicago business district. The Loudun building shown prominently in the front. Give the building a unique look, but nothing too out there. Something the audience can recognize everytime they see it.
A.C. HampshirePublished 4 years ago in HorrorI Cower To Thee
My body started to go numb as I entered into a state of panic for, I knew my life would never be the same. It was mind boggling that I ever lived at all up until this point. My life was his to take and torture. He made me bow to him as my hands were tied up behind my back, he was my God and I his disciple. “You are a coward and you make me sick,” he scolded as he spit in my face. He then kicked me with his heavy steel-toed boot in my stomach with as much force as a bulldozer and I went crashing to the cold, hard basement floor with a loud yelp. I started seeing floating specs in my eyes and eventually fell unconscious.
Kayden LasterPublished 4 years ago in Horror