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They Hunger
Sta It was rainy and dreary that October morning. It was a Tuesday and I had been on the road non-stop for the last day or so. I made a point of carrying a calendar with me in my endless trek. Even though the year for which the calendar was actually intended had passed several months ago, there were some mini-calendars on the back cover spanning an additional two years. Somehow keeping count of the passing days helped to keep me sane. Funny thing time is though. Did it really matter anymore? With no need to set an alarm, with no appointments to keep, without others waiting for you, did it even really exist anymore? Surely the sun still rose and set over our festering world, but without a title to attach to the day, how can one prove it existed? How many others were out there just like me, traversing the endless void of what once was? Did any of them bother to care what day it was? Did they even have any idea what year it was at this point? Well, I knew, and that made all of the difference. It was time itself that was at stake as man’s greatest invention to be lost. Without accounting for the passage of time, you can really only live from day to day. If, somehow, the timeline could be maintained, maybe, just maybe what little was left of life could also be maintained. My pondering, philosophizing mind wandered, and my car followed shortly behind, meandering slightly off to the grass beside the roadway. Jarred back to my journey I righted my car back into a smooth course. My previous musings on time brought me back to the reality that it had been quite some time since I had last put gas in the tank. Glancing down at the gas gauge I wasn’t surprised to see that the tank was nearly empty. This wouldn’t be a problem for long though; I had made sure to stock up on fuel before I took to the highway. It was actually a pleasant trip so far. The main interstates were ghost towns at this point. Sure some of the on and off ramps to more populated areas were a nightmarish parking lot full of cars, trucks, SUV’s, and even a motorcycle or scooter, all funneled into a lane or two at best . These means of conveyance would be coffins for their former owners had it not been for the fact that they got up and wandered off only moments after they had been half-devoured where they sat. Once you were actually driving across the open road, however, you could go for miles and miles before even coming across an abandoned car. Even so, you never really wanted to spend too much time on a roadside pit stop. Invariably they would come. First in slow trickles, gradually working their way, one by one; they would come. Slinking through wooded stretches separating the road from the neighborhoods that ran parallel to it, they would soon find you. They were never too far, and they would find you. It started with one or two, but they would draw more to you. Before long they would arrive in numbers, and even then, more would find their way until you had no choice but to run or be counted among their ranks.
By Robert Marshall C.5 years ago in Horror
Delhart's Spirit
Sylvia Delhart ate her lunch in the dining room of Regent’s Estate with a sense of eventual loss. Running to conclusions, she figured she will have to find a way to live on her own, the mere thought of losing everything made her dizzy. Thinking this may be her last proper meal, she ate slowly, a mouthful at a time. After her lunch was over, she left the room and strutted towards the door behind the stairs. She knocked.
By Lobna Kowsar5 years ago in Horror
Fear Street Part 1: 1994 - A Netflix Movie Review
Welcome to Fear Street. We will alert you what monsters you will be meeting. Fear Street is the first part of a trilogy released to Netflix in 2021. Four friends encounter strange occurrences one night in their neighborhood. Realizing that a brutal curse is repeating itself from 300 years ago, they have to stop it now to avoid several brutal murders.
By Marielle Sabbag5 years ago in Horror
The Mysterious Barn
There is a small town nestled in the heart of another, called Heights Lake, which has always been a charming, safe place for most of its locals. A place where one could keep their doors unlocked and kids can play late at night in the park. It may seem strange to some, as the way of the world doesn’t really allow for such things, but the truth is, not that many people know it exists. For travelers these days, prefer to take the fast roads, the highways, leaving less and less to travel down the backroads that lead to this enchanting place; a road called Mercer Street. It is the only road that will lead you right through the town and out again, turning into Main Street as you enter back into its surrounding town of West Maidenhead. There you could find every shop, restaurant, fire house, police department, and library, as well as runner and bicyclist. It’s the vein the leads to the heart of this magnificent town.
By Jenn Nardi5 years ago in Horror
Reed's Literary Horror Review of 'Fright Train' (2021) edited by Charles R. Rutledge and Scott T. Goudsward
Opening with a run-on sentence is a baller move. It's the reader's introduction (well... past the introduction anyway) to the anthology. That's a seriously "high risk" maneuver that could instantly throw off any reader. For me, it had damn well better be a declaration of how amazing every word that follows is. It stuck out so much I had to include it in my review.
By Reed Alexander5 years ago in Horror
Driver for the Dead. Top Story - July 2021.
She came to me while I slept. I was blurry eyed and still half asleep when I agreed, fetching my keys and wandering to the car. It was once in the car, with only the moon and the green of traffic lights scattering color across sodden blacktop, that I realized what was happening.
By Kelvin Campbell5 years ago in Horror
The Cave
Guiding in a wilderness therapy setting is my favorite job I’ve ever had. One week I was in the girls group working with four other staff, Rickell, Katie, Vileena and Jake. We were camped a little too close to a road about a mile and a half from where it ended at a major road that lead out of the field. Our site was about 12 miles south of Dugway in western Utah, a military base well known amongst conspiracy theorists and UFO enthusiasts.
By Daniel Smith5 years ago in Horror
Order Of the Heart
Mary Walker sat as the truck bounced down the road, quickly approaching the ageing farmhouse and barn. She had not been here for over a year, but it felt like a lifetime, so much had changed since she bought her last dozen eggs outside of a barn. The pandemic came and seemed to go away until the new variant seemed to create the living death.
By Bruce Curle `5 years ago in Horror
The Foul Smell of Whores (continuation)
The body of this devil slumped to the side of the pole she was tied to. Her knees were as cragged as the trees near her home, and her toes were not toes, but talons that came to a sharpened point. It was a common thing to smell burning flesh; the smell cascaded across the land and could be smelled for miles. Most of the children spoke of a hog roast, and out of innocence, they stuck their noses into the air to enjoy the aroma of what was mistaken for pork. The parents knew better but refused to ruin the illusion of innocence. At one point, they filled those tiny shoes and listened to the same orations of generations before them.
By Cory DeAn Cowley5 years ago in Horror
NOBODY WANTS A PIECE OF THE CHOCOLATE CAKE
No one knew what was inside the old barn. It sat there for centuries, yet everyone was afraid to go inside. Urban legends will have you shaking in your pants after you hear about all the murders. No one even gets close to the barn, for it is said if you do, your blood will be shed.
By Beautiful Intelligence5 years ago in Horror
The Barn
It was a muggy evening. The south was always hot and humid during the summer, but tonight was the worst for Mildred, or Milly to her friends. She was soaked in sweat and more was running out of her pores. Her clothes stuck to her like a wetsuit. The old hay on the ground was sticking to her exposed legs and short shorts, while the new, bundled, hay blocked her from the entrance to the dilapidated barn she was currently hiding in.
By Colt Henderson5 years ago in Horror
