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Scrap
The big truck rumbled down the road. Her headlights illuminated every moss draped tree that loomed out of the darkness. In this part of Florida, at this time of night, every backroad felt like driving through a tunnel. She was a seven ton dump truck, but was currently weighing in at thirteen what with all the scrap metal in the back. She used to be an emerald shade of green, but you couldn’t tell anymore under all the layers of dust, and the lettering on the sides of the doors looked like fossils embedded in some ancient rock just barely visible to the naked eye. It read GUSTAV’S SCRAP SERVICES.
By Stephen Pell5 years ago in Horror
Going crazy
My wife is going to kill herself in 5 to 7 business days. I’d found the order for a jug of Xanaphril while clearing the internet history of porn and was contemplating it now. I’d known my wife Cindy had been unhappy but I guess hadn’t registered how much yet. Was this a cry for help? Should I say something or just let it fade into the background noise like all of her other passive complaints?
By Wesley Maddox5 years ago in Horror
Infinity Wheel: Chapter One
It was a few minutes before three p.m. on a hot, weedy August day. The yellow xoysia grass baked its alien shapes into the retreating green fescue. Gnats swarmed around the damp dresses on Miss Miriam’s clothesline. The sun put out a hard radiance that slowed down everyone and everything. Even the fat, mottled spider in Miss Miriam’s porch lattice just sat there with legs still.
By Hollye B. Green5 years ago in Horror
The Art of Being Unsure
I think of it as a skill, being unsure, for how can one ever be sure that they are unsure? As my mind trails off on to another tangent, my index finger weaves around the lace doily on my grandmother's oak dining table, tracing its delicate loops and floral patterns and for a moment I wish I could be a design, perhaps a character in a painting. Oozing beauty but lifelessness.
By Chelsei St Paul5 years ago in Horror
Haunted
A DEAFENING SHRILL PIERCED THE CALM OF THE NIGHT like a sword through the ears. I fumbled from my deep sleep and successfully battled to turn on the lightshade beside my bed. A couple more female wails fluttered the entire air so loudly that they could rouse the dead. I had not enough time to even squint; terrific emergencies have a way of zeroing the average time it takes to adjust human vision against abrupt light.
By Victor Yator 5 years ago in Horror
15 Eerie Things About Japan's Suicide Forest
Northwest of the majestic Mount Fuji is the sprawling 13.5 square miles of Aokigahara, a forest so thick with foliage that it's known as the Sea of Trees. But it's the Japanese landmark's horrific history that made the woods a fitting location for the spooky horror film The Forest. Untold visitors have chosen this place, notoriously called The Suicide Forest, as the setting for their final moments, walking in with no intention of ever walking back out. Here are a few of the terrible truths and scary stories that forged Aokigahara's morbid reputation.
By Victoria Velkova5 years ago in Horror
Dada Freud
Dada Freud I allege a cover-up of epic proportions. The existence of the Dada Scientists has long been denied. And, for years, the monster evolved by this group, the Idman, now known as the Dada Freud, has been hushed-up. We are going to pay for that.
By Felix Alexander Holt5 years ago in Horror
Black-Eyed Child
I’m sure you heard the myths about black-eyed children. Some people say they are an urban legend. Some people say they are true. Others wonder how they came to be. Are they extraterrestrials? Are they vampires? Are they some kind of weird experiment that went wrong? No one really had the answers as to where they came from and why they are here. Some say they’re evil and bring bad luck and death. Some had no idea of who they are.
By Tami Osburn5 years ago in Horror
The Ranger
Jack, Allison, Tom, and Jules march through the forest, one by one. Jack holds a long branch he has fashioned into a walking stick, flinging it through the heavy greenery and ferns that lie in their way. The darkness looms behind them; they’re racing against the evening, trying to get to the open fields before they lose the sun under the line of the mountains. After years of doing this, they should know better, yet day after day they come home in the eerie minutes before sunset, splitting course to their own homes and locking the doors behind them. No misfortune has ever come from it, but they still get the heavy feeling in their chests and the chills up their spines while walking home, felt by all but left unsaid.
By Kelsey Lionetti5 years ago in Horror
