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Obscure Non-Spoiler Reviews “14″
What I love about this book: It’s neo-Lovecraftian horror that somehow manages to feel very light, like an episode of friends that takes an unexpected hardcore turn into Cthulu-Ville. I also love its ensemble cast of characters who are all compelling in their own ways. Finally, and the biggest reason I love this book, I’m enchanted by the vocal talents of its narrator, Ray Porter, for the audiobook edition—yes, I’m one of those.
By Kevin E Carlson5 years ago in Horror
Smiling Jack Returns
I used to have an imaginary friend growing up, from what I can remember I had a lot of fun with him up until the age of 12 when he mysteriously disappeared. I pushed the idea of my imagination out of my head and started growing up.
By V-Ink Stories5 years ago in Horror
Suryast Bhoomi
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window, and it revealed a dark secret that had been hidden for about 2,300 years.
By Syed Arabi Khalique5 years ago in Horror
Barisal Guns ( The investigation)
It was the year of 1982. The people of the Indian subcontinent witnessed a phenomena known worldwide by the name of ‘Skyquake’. It was named by the author James Fenimore Cooper.
By Syed Arabi Khalique5 years ago in Horror
I Think I Met a Witch
Hey, it's Shawn. I don't want to address anyone in my story so obviously I'm using fake names. I'm a first year college student and I love to party.
By Tash Islam5 years ago in Horror
Zombie Diary
This morning when I awoke, I had a headache and an uncontrollable thirst that I had never quite experienced before. When I rolled over and looked at my lovely wife, she was not as lovely as she had been the night before. It felt like the wine had hit harder than it normally does, like the worst hangover I had ever had. I notice a pin point of bright red on the top of the pillow. No knowing what it was I ran my finger across it, smearing it into a long streak of red across the entire pillow. Just then my wife’s eyes popped open and I could see the piss yellow and bloodshot look in her eyes as she moaned. Except it was not a moan but more like a primal growl followed by a toothy snarl and her lunging for me like I was a snack, and not a snack in the way I truly want to be. Quickly I rolled away from her falling to the floor and scurrying into the bathroom and locking the door. “What the fuck?” Was that my wife attacking me or was that a terrible dream. Just then I heard her smash into the door with no breaks like a Mac truck barreling into the back door of a mechanic shop. “Nope” this was no dream, feeling like shit I pried open the bathroom door and squeezed my big ass through the window. Luckily I was still dressed from the night before so wallet and keys are not an issue as they are still in my pockets. As I reached the door to the car, I could hear my wife smashing through the big picture window in the living room, she was hungry and she wanted a piece of me. I was able to get in the car and back out of the drive just as she made it to the car. Slinging her across the street, rolling into the neighbors yard, she was hurt and she was not getting back up just yet. I put the car in drive and burnt the tires to get the hell out of dodge, Not that dodge is where I live, But you get the gist.
By Rob Smith5 years ago in Horror
Shadows
It started out innocently enough. Your friends talked about it every so often as a joke, something that happens after you do too many hallucinogenic drugs: Fast-movers, flickering lights, glowing balls - shifting and twisting shadows out of the corners of your vision. Things that you thought were there, but actually weren't. It always sounded amusing, entertaining even - but then you started noticing it yourself, without any /extra/ help.
By Taylor Inman5 years ago in Horror
Zach
“I told you we need to use the stopper. It skitters away too quickly otherwise. I already regret sharing my affliction with Zach. The instant I approached his bathroom vanity sink, he pulled the plug from the basin and refused to let me have it; he’s a true germ-o-phobe and refused to let me plug the sink.
By Shawn Ingram5 years ago in Horror
Experiment
Terri's face swam before me dizzily as I fought to focus on her, to concentrate on what she was saying. Her hand was grasping mine very tightly. I remember the tale-tell yellow hue of the whites of her eyes, but I found it easier to focus on her heart-shaped locket dangling from her emaciated neck, swinging back and forth in hypnotic rhythm right in front of my eyes as she leaned over me.
By ED King5 years ago in Horror
Since the Lights Went Out
Those who live their lives with blindness don’t know what light looks like; They have never seen a blue sky, a crimson rose, or the painted beauty of an evening sky. I had always struggled with this philosophy; The idea that the connection between our eyes absorbing rays of light and our minds creating images and landscapes was so far beyond our knowledge of the mind that practically nothing had ever been truly known about it baffled me. I had always lived with colour and light, perfect vision, and imagining the world in any other way seemed impossible. Life on earth exists because of our sun, the heat and light it provides fuels the plants and animals that call the earth home. The evolution of sight was a divine miracle, for the first time creatures could interpret distance, time, and colour without the need for sound and touch. Light brings with it life and beauty to our home of earth. When the lights went out, it all seemed to fade.
By Michael Chessell5 years ago in Horror
The Witching Hour
A tremendous squall woke me that night, a gust of wind so strong that it pummeled the oak trees outside the house, causing the branches to scrape with incessant clamor against my bedroom window. A hazy glimpse at the clock told me that it was three o'clock in the morning, mere hours past the time I had stumbled upstairs and plunged into the pleasant comfort of sleep.
By E. M. Otten5 years ago in Horror
He, the Eternal Death
The Pale Man watched the setting-sun bear down on the crumbling city. Long shadows hid the corpse city amongst the red soil. Like the others, it was a relic of a bygone age; left to rot deep within the Earth. He could not recall the city’s name. A final act of disrespect perhaps, but by this point, they all looked the same to him.
By Ashley Bailey5 years ago in Horror