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"911, what's your emergency?"
The house was empty, my smile was bright, and I finally had a day to myself. Sun rays were pouring through my window and I was never so excited for it to finally be summer. I grabbed my towel, let my clothes hit the floor, and headed for the shower. "Bye! Bye! Bye!", from the popular NSYNC band was blaring through my portable speaker as I danced my way through the glass shower doors. Before I could get to the water that was streaming out of my rain shower head, I suddenly began to feel light headed as if out of no where the air became thick and my brain wasn't getting enough oxygen. I reached out for the handle to turn the water off and turned back to grab my towel that was hanging over the side of the glass door. Tugging on it, I almost stumbled over my own two feet.
By Alexandria Aji5 years ago in Horror
Wine and Dine Disaster
As Casey stands there, looking at herself in the mirror, she can't help but wonder if she actually wants to go on this date or not. She met James at the supermarket, doing some routine grocery shopping. Staring at the meet selection, she just happened to look up at this handsome stranger standing next to her, staring at her instead of the steaks in front of them. As they started talking and decided to exchange numbers, Casey felt like there could be something there, but she was sure it was mostly because she had been single for so long, she forgot how to notice any red flags that may pop up initially. As they finished their separate shopping, they ended up at the check out at the same time and walked out of the store together to their own vehicles. Casey notices James had a really nice truck and was dressed pretty nicely too, so maybe she could do this.
By Crissy Cornwell5 years ago in Horror
Chills From Within
I was standing at my desk when I felt the stirring in my mind. It..... he…. I was never quite sure of the proper pronoun when I referred to the monster inside my mind. He. Probably. I think. At least that’s how it felt and how it manifested to me. A nightmare in a masculine body. He always seemed to awaken when I was engaged in the most innocuous tasks – tending the garden, scrolling through Facebook, answering e-mails, washing dishes, folding laundry, even stirring creamer into my coffee. I would be at peace and suddenly the tethers tying me to reality would begin to fray. Abruptly, his chaotic presence would spill into my mind, leaving trails of sorrow, despair, and fatigue behind. I had long since given up trying to fight the torment he unleashed. It is and was a pointless battle.
By Lady Coy Haddock5 years ago in Horror
Dream Date
When Bella woke up that morning, it was just another day for her. As a college student, she woke up around five AM to meditate and go on a run before starting her day. It was Monday and Bella was on her usual route she took every morning six days a week. Sunday was her rest day. It was probably around five thirty and she hadn’t broken a sweat yet. The sun was just started to peak through the clouds. It was that time of morning when you could still see the moon, fighting the sun for dominance of the sky. Bella had her air pods in, The Less I Know The Better by Tame Impala playing on her phone, which was zipped up in the pocket of her wind breaker. She stopped running to take a sip of water. Her parents used to take her to this state park when she was a child. She knew the trails by heart. Living in a small town, this was one of the known places people came to ride bikes and hike. It wasn’t big enough to be a camp ground but people still came to admire nature... and leave trash all over the place. Bella always brought along a compostable trash bag with her in case she saw anything that needed picking up. Today it was a McDonald’s bag and a few crushed beer cans tossed into the bushes. After closing the cap on her water bottle, she walked over to the bushes to pick it up. The sun was shining a little more now, peeping through the trees of the trail. As Bella was hunched over, she heard the snapping of twigs. She stood up straight to take a look around. She thought perhaps it was an animal or a fellow jogger. But she wasn’t able to finish that thought because she was grabbed from behind. Someone much larger than her had placed a damp cloth over her nose and mouth. She struggled as much as she possibly could for someone who was five foot three inches and a hundred and thirty pounds. She struggled until her vision became blurry and her limbs weak, until everything went dark and her eyelids could no longer stay open.
By Olivia Batchelder 5 years ago in Horror
