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The Black Song
April 14 Laura and I got into a fight today. Got a little heated, which sucks because things have been really good lately. Or so I thought. She got mad because I don’t want to go to her mother’s place this weekend. Four hour drive just to hear backhanded insults and sleep in a shitty bed, no thanks. Laura said I could use the time to “engage” with Sean, whatever the hell that means. I just walked away, hopefully she’ll cool off up there. I guess I got the whole weekend to myself. What should I do?
By Blake Anglin5 years ago in Horror
King of the Shadow Throne
He sat in the darkness of his hall, alone. This barren castle with the memories screaming in perpetual darkness, he sat brooding on the centuries, his losses, his wasteful onslaught that brought nothing as reward. Wreaking havoc just because he could, in the past his bloodlust and anger were legendary. Countless lives laid waste by his hand, millions of people drained for his sustenance. This Knight of death once almost destroyed civilization, but with many victories came many sorrows. Armies rose against him, and armies fell, at one point in time he was unstoppable. Dracula, The King of the Shadow Throne, The Elder Immortal, Lord of all Vampire. As he reflected on his past, sitting in his dark hall alone, the world outside past by without a notice. The dawn never touched the interior, it only darkened the shadows and cast a dreary, ever-present mist over most of the ground. The cursed land for miles around his castle that laid at the base of two enormous mountains whose names have been lost in time, like it’s lord, lost in the deep pages of history, no longer a myth or legend, forgotten entirely.
By Dalton Rogers5 years ago in Horror
Heart's Call
What I do is not, strictly speaking, urban exploration. At least, not in the most technical sense of the phrase. Yes, broadly, I do plumb the depths of old and moldering buildings and structures, but I like them quiet, isolated, distant. Far from the cities or even the suburbs. Out in the country or the woods, where everything is still half-wild, where decay is the natural state of the things we’ve built. Certain folks may quibble that what I’m describing is literally the essence of urban exploration, but there is no urban to speak of where I go. No suburban either. And besides, they’re not telling the story, so if I want to make broad, poetic statements about my hobbies, they can type up their furious complaints and counterarguments when I post this. Or they can shove them up their asses. I’m not picky.
By Griffen Bernhard5 years ago in Horror
The Messenger
Elea had felt a cool wave of relief when she opened her eyes to find Anders still sleeping in her lap. His breathing was labored, but he was still breathing and that made her rejoice almost to the point of tears. Elea and her younger brothers, Bo and Anders, and sister, Agnes had come to the farm three years ago when their parents had died of consumption. Delores Inger took in wayward children and Elea had initially been very grateful to have somewhere to go with her siblings. But, they soon found out that Widow Inger did not house children out of the goodness of her heart. She took them in as free labor for her farm, forcing them to work long hard hours with little in return.
By M K Dotson5 years ago in Horror
Blood, Rust and Blueberries
As sun set on the small, western town of Merylville, the summer heat lingered, and flashes of lightning lit up the omni-colored sky. There were large greyish-purple clouds gathered overhead, but rain was extremely rare in these parts. The townsfolk were closing their local shops and rounding up their horses to ride home for the evening, hurriedly to avoid the potential dangers of mother nature’s beautiful fury in the skies.
By Ryan Barbin aka “Dirt”5 years ago in Horror
My Worst Nightmare
I walked the familiar road home from my best friend Savannah’s house later than I normally did. Living out in the country, we were neighbors but my house was a mile away from hers. I usually tried to leave before it was dark because street lights don’t exist out here and I hate walking home when it’s pitch black. Thankfully, the full moon guided my path home. The sound of crickets chirping and the steady pace of my boots crunching against the dirt soothed me until I realized there was the sound of another pair of shoes behind me.
By K. V. Young5 years ago in Horror
Ritual
She stood with her hands folded in front of her, watching as the sun set behind the barn. As the sun descended below the horizon, it left a reddish orange glow that looked like fire. The clouds drifted towards the east, fleeing the sunset as smoke would an actual fire. It was a sight to see, but it was short-lived as the moon rose in the sun’s place.
By Cassidy Moon5 years ago in Horror
Soul Eater
The full moon cast a blue glow that shone through my blinds and left a horizontal pattern imprinted on my carpet. Little flecks of dust stirred up by the air conditioning glinted as they passed by the cracks of light. The display was peaceful and memorizing in their simple way. It was hard to think of the dust being a dirty particulate when they danced in the light like that.
By E. J. Strange5 years ago in Horror
The Park
The town of Fairflower was not known for exciting events, at least not until this past year. And exciting might be the wrong word. Dark, twisted, nightmarish events is a much more accurate description of the things that began happening last June. It was possibly the most boring and cliché small town ever to exist. Two small restaurants, a coffee shop and a grocery store made up the entirety of main street as well as a park that was basically just a neglected patch of grass with a picnic table next to a rusty jungle gym. All the yellow police tape made it even more uninviting.
By Olivia Friesen5 years ago in Horror
The old blue barn
The old blue barn. The last time I was here, felt like my last day on Earth. I get out of my car and glance towards the yellow grass surrounding the blue building. Walking towards it, memories come rushing back. I can’t believe I used to live here; now it’s abandoned and covered in graffiti. After that night, my parents made sure never to come back here..
By Yoallitl C Moreno5 years ago in Horror
