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Fatal Weekend
Time away is essential. From the demanding expectations of life along with all of it's obstacles. Couldn't have worked out better for these young newlyweds of a year. And what a better way to celebrate their anniversary? Tony and Nina who are both in their early thirties take the scenic route.
By Ace Howell5 years ago in Horror
Mission Complete
The approval from his loyal followers was what fueled his motivation. A thrill shot through the fibers of his muscles and nerve endings every time that green light lit up on his webcam. The sensation was his drug. He loved being the center of attention and as an up-and-coming U-Vid influencer, Braden Foster was right where he belonged.
By Kimberly Anne5 years ago in Horror
The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It
At this point, you’d have to be living under a rock not to have heard of the Conjuring universe and seen at least a couple of the films. When James Wan’s The Conjuring made its debut in 2013, it turned out to be more than just a reasonably decent haunted house movie. It launched a billion-dollar horror franchise that remains wildly popular to this day.
By Christina Dee5 years ago in Horror
A Night at Clairborne Farm
Jennifer fell against the trunk of a pine tree at the edge of the forest and tried to catch her breath. She thought her years on the college track team would have better prepared her for a run this long, but that had been several years ago. Before her, stretched a wide-open field. The clear night sky allowed the full moon to illuminate the tall grass as it blew in the summer breeze. A large house sat a few hundred yards away, but thankfully she was fast enough to have put significant distance between herself and the beast of a man pursuing her. With one more deep breath, she pushed off from the tree and sprinted across the field.
By A. Scott Harlow5 years ago in Horror
The Barn
I placed one foot in front of the other in yet another plodding step. Was this the ten-thousandth step? Or the hundred-thousandth? When I started my journey, I planned to count each forward step as a measure of progress, something positive to outweigh the bleak, lifeless landscape. But I’d lost count hours—days—ago. About the time I’d eaten the last crumbling remnants of the peanut butter crackers pilfered from a gas station mini-mart.
By Meg Leader5 years ago in Horror
Misery Loves Company
The vagrant exploded out of the rickety barn doors and into the stormy night, rattling the hinges angrily, and sending a palpable shudder up through the walls. He fell face first into the mud outside, but did not stop running despite the storm that raged across the vast Iowa plains. He disappeared into the maze of corn fields and did not return. The barn doors from whence he had emerged flapped in the flashing wind and rain, closed and then opened, in cadence with the thunder’s rhythm; beckoning anyone bold enough to enter the gaping mouth of pitch blackness.
By Jenna Pinkston5 years ago in Horror
Fred
It seems like the old barn doesn't have a place in time anymore, as if it belongs to nature and the past. The timber my Uncle built the barn from has weathered and turned gray over the years. At the street, a steel gate runs between two rotting fence posts. The broken lock lets it squeak in the light breeze, and red flakes of rust look like blood on the damp ground. A sagging chicken coop stands behind the barn, and a once lovely house graces the west field. Maple and sumac trees surround the buildings and have littered the ground over time. The scent of ancient roses and lilacs fill the air; wildflowers and grasses have pretty much taken over all they can. Surprisingly, a single Marigold plant blooms beside the broken barn door. Someone almost had to plant it as they are not perennials, or perhaps a passing bird dropped some seeds. It strikes me as odd, though, because Marigolds were my Aunt Grace's favorite flower. Today there is a slight drizzle in the air, and the cloud layer gives everything a gunmetal gray backdrop adding to the sense of desolation. Something about the place cries loneliness.
By April Walch5 years ago in Horror
