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The Old Man In The Dust
It has been weeks since I last saw Elsibeth. She was determined to go to the surface to get whatever supplies she could find. She couldn't stand the thought of us wasting the last of our rations, stuck here in this crumbling pit. I knew it was wrong to send her out alone. I could exonerate myself from my crushing guilt by saying my injury was to blame. I still knew had I not given in to my shameful cowardice I could have gone with her, instead, I let her go. Elsibeth said she would just be an hour or two, and she would be back.
By Kellie Bridges5 years ago in Horror
The Last Days
Startled, I heard something weeping in the distance. I never expected to hear crying as a frightening sound, but this was downright creepy. My heart began pounding quickly, I began to sweat. Petrified, I was afraid to move as the crying continued. Blinking a couple of times, trying to clear my head, it seemed chilling to me that something was sobbing like that over and over.
By Deborah Walker5 years ago in Horror
Ouroboros
A picture speaks a thousand truths; this picture spoke one truth in particular: a photograph can steal a man’s soul. The photograph of concern rested within a patinated locket molded to the shape of a heart; an illegal symbol that once represented Love, corrupting over millennia by the tides of war to adapt a reputation associated with Satan. Faustus knew the other divers would confiscate the relic if they saw it. He impulsively shut off the camera logging his mission, looking around to see if anyone was looming, surmising he was the only officer frequenting that part of the skyscraper. The photograph casually floated out of its casing and hovered before him. Upon closer inspection, although only shadows remained, Faustus realized that the heart-shaped photograph showcased a portrait of the most beautiful woman he had ever witnessed. As he reached for it, the motion of his lifting hand sent a gust of minutiae flipping the photograph onto its opposing side, revealing a set of numbers that he noticed were coordinates he somewhat recognized. Four numbers underlying the set were completely foreign to him. He began to quietly cite the numbers as the paper softly dissolved into a cloud of withered shreds.
By Brandon Leiner5 years ago in Horror
Tais Toi Mon Cœur
All he had to do was move, twitch, undulate. No one said undulate. But that's what he needed to do. It was only a little thing, such a little thing. Surely he could accomplish one little thing. He had done it before, surely. He had some vague memory of it. Was memory the right word? Those things like echoing dreams, like nudges formed from electricity and neurons. A curse. Memory was a curse. He thought maybe he could remember memory. It was only a simple thing, such a simple thing.
By Elise Hanson5 years ago in Horror
It was an Accident or Was it
I didn’t mean to kill her. It just happened so fast. I was just trying to help but I just made it worse. She was being so bossy and I just wanted her to stop. I started to yell at her but she didn’t care. She said, “She was older and I couldn’t tell her what to do.” Madness went over me, so I pushed her. I didn’t mean to push her hard, I just wanted her to stop and to be quiet for once. But a few minutes later I realized that she wasn’t breathing. I started screaming for help but my parents weren’t home. No one would hear me, we were out in the woods playing. What was I supposed to do? I killed her, I killed my sister.
By Clayton Torres5 years ago in Horror
The Old World
Yes, parts of the old world still remain, but only those parts we chose to hang on to. No social or technological evolution could ever truly rid us of our affinity for life; our love for things that grow, for the shade of a tree or the caress of an early summer's breeze. Our sights may have been set on the stars, but our hearts will forever belong to green and blue.
By Kelvin Campbell5 years ago in Horror
The Hunted Highway
I was walking for hours and hours just trying to find the trail I was recently on. It was getting dark and the clouds were rolling in making it darker than before. I was all alone in a dense dark forest, not knowing where I was. Until a highway. I did not know why there was a highway in the middle of nowhere. But it was there and I needed a ride to find my way home. It had already started to rain and it was so cold. I didn’t bring an umbrella with me, it looked really nice that morning. I wish I did though because I'm soaking wet. I see a car on the road maybe 800 ft away from me so I put up my hand to wave it down. It stopped for me. An old man with a beard said, “Do you need a ride?”. I said yes please and got in. It was warm in the car, way better than outside. He started to talk to me but I couldn’t quite hear him. I was just too focused on that object in the ride, it was like someone or something was coming over me. Then the man saw me staring at it and started yelling for me to put on my seat belt. Then he started to drive and ran over the object. After he did, I could hear him again. He tried to explain what it was and why he had to do that. But, then again I couldn’t quite hear him. I was just staring at the figure moving, shaping into different things. It looked like it was hurt and injured but when it saw me looking at it, it got up and started for the car. That made me freak out, so I started yelling at the driver to drive but the figure had already got to the car. It looked like a man at the window, I knew it wasn’t. I tried to tell the driver not to open the window and to lock the doors but the man didn’t listen. It was like he couldn’t hear me or something. The man with the beard just opened the window and the figure took its cranny, long, killer fingers and raped it around the man’s neck. I didn’t see what happened after that because I closed my eyes in terror. What is he going to do to me? Is he going to kill me too? Yup, he saw me in the back. He took his hand and drugged the man with the beard out of the car. The man’s neck was all bloody, he was lifeless laying on the road. It was like the figure had gotten stronger from killing him. He had ripped out the driver's seat and threw it so hard it went BANG! He was coming after me! I couldn’t move, I felt paralyzed. That thing was killing me slowly. The only thing I could see now is its bloody red, razor-sharp fangs. I couldn’t breathe, it had my neck, choking me. It’s fingernails digging into my juggler. Then it all went black.
By Clayton Torres5 years ago in Horror
The Locket
Clutching the heart-shaped locket my aunt gave me, my brother and I ran through the burning apartment building. Green-black smoke billowed around us filling the corridor. I could feel the building slowly shifting, ready to take home on the streets below it. We came to the end of the hallway, there was a window and a door to the stairs. I came to the realization if we went down the stairs we wouldn’t make it to the bottom before the building collapsed. We took a chance, readying ourselves to go out the window, we took a few deep breaths before diving out. Once outside a stench wafted through the air. Not the normal reek of poverty and industry, it was like rotting meat. No worse than that, it was death.
By Baron Sullivan5 years ago in Horror
Those Who Wander
My thumb ran over the familiar metal at my neck. The heart-shaped locket was once pristine. Small, silver, with simple engravings along the point of the heart that may have once been leaves. Now the locket was covered in scratches and tiny bite marks that I was told were my fault – from chewing on it as a teething baby. The inside was empty, perhaps waiting to be filled or to never be. Time had seen that the markings were indistinguishable. Much like the rest of the world.
By Jaymee Villalta5 years ago in Horror
Finders and Cursers
There was a point in my life where nothing was scarier to me as a mother than the worry that my girls would get into something they weren't supposed to. I had our cleaning products locked in the closet on the highest shelf because I didn't want them to think the Tide Pods were candy. With everything we've gone through, this worry seem like small potatoes now.
By Brooke Smith5 years ago in Horror
