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Lord Dufferin's ghostly encounter
Myths are extremely powerful. They have given rise to many religious movements and have thus played a massive role in the history of every country on the planet. But when it comes to determining how close the myth is to truth, huge difficulties arise. In one sense, this does not matter – what is important is how many people believe the myth to be true or are unwilling to dig too deeply in case their prejudices prove to be ill-founded.
By John Welford5 years ago in Horror
THEY
Nothing has been the same since They came. From the moment They surfaced the world went berserk. Local church leaders called it the last judgement. Others called it an alien invasion. Some even called it an experiment gone wrong. The crazies called them vampires and other mythological creatures. But in all reality. No one knows what THEY are. Wherever They go nothing remains. Every living- breathing- thing disappears. They first appeared in northern Canada, quickly mass murdering towns moving south. Then reports started popping up all around the world. As if they were burrowed under ground waiting for the right moment to rise up.
By Jonathan Hayes5 years ago in Horror
Fire
The flames climbed higher along his body, his screams dying as he chokes on the smoke before he collapses in a heap of dead, charred flesh, still smoking even after the flames die. The flames seemed to cease with his heartbeat, snuffing out as abruptly as they began. The remaining screams of his young lover and newlywed wife, echoed in the air, carried on with the wind. Birds flew overhead. The crowd that had gathered as the poor bastard burned looked on in horror at what they had just witnessed. Some of them lost their stomachs. Others pressed kerchiefs to their faces, or lifted their shirts to cover their noses from the stench of burning hair and skin.
By Catherine MacKenzie5 years ago in Horror
Marching band
I hate those nights where it feels like my head has just barely hit the bed before the sounds of camp life roused me, telling me it was time to get up. The sad part is that I've been having more nights like that than restful ones. It's getting harder and harder to remember what the feeling of having a sense of ease and comfort and being able to sleep till the warmth of the day touches my face was like. I haven't felt warm in forever.
By Stefan Latimer5 years ago in Horror
Someone Knocked on the Elevator Door
Because the elevator at work is an old piece of junk, I didn't worry too much when it went down instead of up. Sure, I was annoyed, but what else had I expected? The thing rattles and lags and seems to have its own personality at times, of course it couldn't follow something as simple as a pressed button telling it to go up.
By Amanda Fernandes5 years ago in Horror
New Orleans
They sat on the patio of one of the world’s most famous coffee shops, watching as the pigeons marched back and forth, intimidating visitors to the Café. While the tourists sat sampling coffee and beignets, the fresh pastries dusted with powdered sugar, the pigeons tried to snag bites of the sweet tasty delights, and drag bits off to their nests.
By Nita Ostroff5 years ago in Horror
The Dream
It’s another warm summer evening in South Carolina, the little town of Melvin, that has about four thousand people in it, is on it’s way to being shut down for the evening. Everything, including the two gas stations close by 9 p.m. and most of the residents are home by 5. The sun is setting as I myself am on my way home from a long day at the Aquarium I work at. I’m an Aquarist, meaning I make sure all the specimens are well cared for. I mostly just direct my coworkers for their daily duties, fill out a lot of paperwork, not so much of cleaning tanks and habitats anymore. The Aquarium sits on the edge of the bay on Hilton Head Island, a wide horizon to the east, and the rest of South Carolina to the west. I enjoy “Island Life” but everyone always seems a little too pampered. There’s always kids that apply as janitorial staff in the summer, but I’m always having to walk around behind them and remind them to clean things. I have a good reliable staff that are here year round, but the seasonal workers are a different story. My house is a small cottage in a little cul de sac where most of the people who work in town reside. It’s about a twenty minute commute, not bad considering this is a huge tourist town. Melvin is our little slice of peace away from the strangers we see all day. Sometimes there will be people you remember, but usually, nobody bothers to talk to the employees if they don’t have to.
By Autumn Lawson5 years ago in Horror
