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Open Mind: Chapter Thirteen
The next morning, I was surprised to find myself counting down the hours until my tutoring session with Annie. As I watched the rising of the sun intensify through the slits of light that danced across my white concrete walls, I listened to the tape of my father’s singing until the battery ran out. I panicked as I considered the very real possibility that the battery that the Walkman used may no longer be in production, but as I popped the back off of the device, I was relieved to find a relatively new pair of AA batteries in the slot.
By ZCH5 years ago in Horror
Whispers on the Waves
I hear her whispers by the water. No matter what I do, I cannot drown them from my mind. They creep into the edges of my brain, gnawing at my soul. She is truly maddening and relentless, and it never stops.
By Katt Kantack5 years ago in Horror
"Fear Street Part 1: 1994" REVIEW
Midway through Fear Street Part One: 1994 the teenage protagonists try to stop the killers pursuing them using a trick they've absorbed through media, but it fails. Fleeing for their lives without a plan of action, Deena (Kiana Madeira) shouts that their last plan didn't work because, "it's not like the movies!" This is one of many little self-aware nods in the movie to the genre of slasher films, and it's doubly ironic because Fear Street Part 1 is very much like "the movies."
By Littlewit Philips5 years ago in Horror
Do you really want to know? Chapter 2
I didn't really want to know. I shot my daughter, Annie, between the eyes as a kindness. Her body would no longer do things that would have repulsed her in life. The kindness of my intention did not lessen my sorrow. Now I am running from a herd of zombies. I do not look back as that would slow me down. They sounded like they were getting closer. Probably because sobbing makes it hard to run. I saw an exit door on the back wall. I know if I tried to use it and it didn't open, I would lose the last race I ever ran in life. I made the mistake that teenagers make in horror films and went up the stairs. The second floor wasn't a full floor. It was a row of offices and some storage space with a railing that let you look down on the activity below. I knew running into an office would be a dead end, literally. I ran to the rail, grabbed it and jumped over while hanging on.
By Wayne Baillie5 years ago in Horror
To Be Her
(TW: Mental illness, Eating disorder) I blinked against the slender rays of light that slipped, uninvited, through my blinds. I was sitting up. I couldn’t remember if I had sat up intentionally, or if I had done so in my sleep. I pressed the frozen tips of my fingers against my cheekbones and sighed; I really didn’t want to get out of bed. Moving was exhausting…always so exhausting. But I had to go to school today; I had already skipped the past two days. I heard glass shatter downstairs and I glanced at the clock. It was seven in the morning, and she was already drinking.
By Marlowe Faust 5 years ago in Horror
The Watcher
A little girl had discovered a small figure carved on a wooden plank hanging on the kitchen wall. Her parents were both busy, and the girl took advantage of this opportunity to ask and answer her own questions about the figure. Etched on the wood in lines and knots was a lady in a gown, standing with grey hair flowing down to her shoulders and watching something open-mouthed and eyes rounded. She looked in shock like seeing something horrible but could do nothing to warn her.
By V-Ink Stories5 years ago in Horror
Second Chances
I felt something like a staple pierce my skin. There was another, then another —five of them total— like impossibly sharp fingernails. I was pulled onto my back; my eyes were still squeezed shut. I was trying to pretend to be asleep, but my whole body was tensed, and I couldn’t make my breathing calm or even, no matter how hard I tried. I had never felt fear like I was feeling now. It coiled around my ankles and slithered upwards, leaving each of my limbs immobile as it passed.
By Marlowe Faust 5 years ago in Horror
Black Hole
All light was gone. Its warm touch that caressed his ailing figure faded ever more into the darkness. It was now a memory, a distant sight that reached out to him. A stretched-out hand could maybe grasp it! Just one more time. To be warm just one more time would be a blessing—yet such things are a lie.
By Equilla Beasley5 years ago in Horror
Alice
It was the summer of 1968, and my extended family had gathered at my Uncle's home in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, to spend a couple of weeks on the beach. We did this every summer, but this year was different because we waited until after Labor Day, so everything wasn't as crowded. Also, a lot of places were closed. My Uncle had planned many adventures for us kids. Counting all my cousins, we had a baker's dozen, or thirteen, ranging in age from 4-years-old to 16. He had even arranged for a scavenger hunt that took us throughout the neighborhood and into downtown Myrtle Beach. Our vacation was almost over, and some of my older cousins were longing for something more exciting to do. I think my Uncle sensed this because he gathered 3 of my cousins and me together one night after everyone had gone to bed and took us outside to the patio where my Dad was waiting by a glowing fire. He bid us have a seat and proceeded to tell us the story of Alice Flagg.
By Joey Lowe5 years ago in Horror
It was a dream...
As my eyes slowly opened I saw nothing... Pitch black... I let out a cough and felt my lungs freeze. My whole body hurt, like the pins and needles feeling as your arm wakes up. It was so sharp but as I tried to sit up and couldn't; My heart started racing, I noticed my arms, my ankles, my waist were all strapped by thick leather straps attached to a large metal tablet.. Beating faster and faster my heart pumped so much blood to my head and I felt my head spin..
By Joy 5 years ago in Horror
Birthright
Present Day The Orange Caste - Ian The putrid smell of urine and faeces no longer touched his consciousness. What tormented him the most was the screeching inside his head that never stopped. Its razor-sharp claws dragging against each cell of his brain shredding away any sense he had of humanity. He looked at the pitiful creatures. Packed into their stalls. Their life more valuable than his. A wave of restlessness moved across them as he released the feed. The contents of the pellets hidden through processing, but he knew. He was the Keeper of the Pigs. His Father said he should be grateful.
By MC Wills5 years ago in Horror
Emeril.
Emeril. A short story was written by Chris Fortner Based on a true-life event. My name is Chris, when I was a child in the 90s, I had a strange encounter that would change my life forever. You know when you are a kid you do not have hang-ups on believing in what most people would not, and so sometimes you see things that an adult would not normally be able to see. My story takes place in a small town when I was age three. My parents had decided to go out to a friend's house for a night out. My parents and their friends who we will call John and Deborah had been talking and having a few drinks while I was playing with some toys and watching Disney movies. When it started getting late, I had been laid down to sleep in the spare room, the door was left cracked so that if I had awoken the adults would be able to hear me. Well fast forward a few hours and there was a sound like a child bouncing a ball from the floor to the wall and back again, my parents had thought it was the neighbor, but John and Deborah had stated that the neighbors next to them were gone for the week as well as the apartment above theirs having been unoccupied.
By Chris Fortner5 years ago in Horror