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The Girl In The Crooked Woods
She was an adolescent girl, a rather melancholy figure, while her intellect was that of a highly educated woman who walked confidently from the woods on Dover Hill. She knew not exactly where she was going, she only moved to a point where the comforting feeling led. When the light day wind puffed, she suddenly felt cheer filled. When it died back down into a somewhat humid sweltering of noontime heat, her gloomy cloud settled in from above once more again.
By H.L. Dowless Dowless5 years ago in Horror
Ancient Guardian Of The Sacred Blood
Turkey ridge is nestled on a long hill running through the midst of an eight mile wide bay known as The Great Labyrinth Swamp. There is a good reason why this swampy bay was referred to as a labyrinth. For some strange fact of being virtually all direction finders seem to cease in their function, many often giving opposite indications. Even the best of talented interlopers, from coon hunters and deer stalkers to surveyors, often wind up going around in circles all day and night, exiting in places far distant from indications given by their inner sense of direction; yet simultaneously eerily cheerful that they had managed to make it out back onto the hard surfaced road at long last.
By H.L. Dowless Dowless5 years ago in Horror
The Ones Who Watch
My muse sits on the ascetic bed, stroking her luscious auburn mane and staring at the crumbling wall. I sit and observe, utterly entranced by this heavenly figure. AdultFemale#9657, my Catherine, was a ray of light in this world populated by disgusting grey-faced creatures. With an infinite gulf of circuitry between us, I rest back in my chair and take in all the visual delights Catherine provided me. Her cherry lips, so plump and tempting; the disarming blue eyes, inviting pale neck. The heart-shaped locket which frames her neck. Observing her, I feel so alive, more than I felt was possible in this lugubrious world. I touch the glass screen with my putrescent hand and sigh with delight.
By Ashley Bailey5 years ago in Horror
Oh Madeline
The rhythmic melody of the seductive sirens' whispering chant rode upon the midday wind. Inviting, enticing, hexing, seizing hold of mortal mind, invading the very heart, and capturing the very soul. It was a low whisper, it was at first, then it increased in it's gradual volume, until the very curiosity aroused, and one's resistance to it dulled just as gradual.
By H.L. Dowless Dowless5 years ago in Horror
Did They Ever Tell You How They Met?
SUNNY was always embarrassed when he’d tell people how they met. But it was an interesting story, so he’d loosen her up. There’d be laughing, teasing, usually pouring another drink if not a few, and always making sure to start the story off by saying “It could have happened to anyone”.
By Hamish McGlasson5 years ago in Horror
Tale of the Burnt
"Some time ago when I was not so young as you but not so old as myself now I found myself outside a strange city. Surrounded by walls of decaying steel. The sounds outside this city of towers were mythical. Some spoke of litanies that could bring truth to the land. As nonsensical as this was I was ever so fond of pointless fancies and endless pursuits so I went after this psalm. I was brought under the great gray and told I would have to wander all my days. If ever I were to truly find such a beautiful tune. So here I say that this would have been great dismay if not for some fair folk who thought it best to try and wrest control of the breeze from these silly and fanciful seas. Antilles is my name and I journey for change.
By Balatro Salt5 years ago in Horror
Tale of the burnt
The tale of the burnt “Some time ago when I was not so young as you but not so old as myself now I found myself outside a strange city. Surrounded by walls of decaying steel. The sounds outside this city of towers were mythical. Some spoke of litanies that could bring truth to the land. As nonsensical as this was I was ever so fond of pointless fancies and endless pursuits so I went after this psalm. I was brought under the great gray and told I would have to wander all my days. If ever I were to truly find such a beautiful tune. So here I say that this would have been great dismay if not for some fair folk who thought it best to try and wrest control of the breeze from these silly and fanciful seas. Antilles is my name and I journey for change.
By Balatro Salt5 years ago in Horror
Jimmy Starling’s adventures into the Unknown ( Part 1 )
I still remember that day.. I was running around the streets of Paterson. The street lights were not working for some reasons, resulting in almost a pitch black night. I was really afraid, cause I knew something was following me, I didn’t know what it was yet but I knew it was evil.
By Syed Arabi Khalique5 years ago in Horror
The Candy Lady
Have you heard of the candy man? If you ever had a childhood, I’m pretty sure that you and your friends did the dark bathroom bit where you said a name 3-5 times. Well, there’s always a story that originally happened and somewhere down the line settings and events change until it’s a legend.
By V-Ink Stories5 years ago in Horror
