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Two Sentence Horrors Volume 6
Two Sentence Horrors Volume 6 By Mark J. Wilcoxen 251. I did my best to ignore the knocking sound like my parents told me too. "Now if the pallbearers will take their position," stated the pastor; causing the knocking from inside the coffin to become more insistent.
By Mark J. Wilcoxen 5 years ago in Horror
Case Two-The Kept
The wind was knocked out of her, and she had landed hard. Somewhere nearby, it was breathing heavily. She had to listen over the short gasps for air that passed her lips and the barking dog that was ramming against the other side of the locked door. Trudy lay there frozen, exhausted…but not ready to die. Finally able to breathe, she sucked in the precious air that her body denied her a minute ago and realized a couple of ribs might have broken. She could taste the blood from the gash on her upper lip. Knowing she had to find her way out of the room, Trudy got shakily to her feet and craned her neck to look for a weapon, anything she could use to hurt or at least distract the invisible demon that was attacking her. Ducking out of the way of a lamp that flew through the air in her direction and a pair of projectile candlesticks that impaled the wall behind her, she quickly dove to crouch beside a desk where she had been working just a few minutes earlier. What the hell happened? A voice screamed inside her head over the snarl of her attacker. She and Dana were packing up to leave. They had helped the troubled spirit of John Thomas cross over, and the priest was blessing the house. Everything was peaceful. It was one of the most straightforward investigations to date. She even called Jason, who was coming to help her wrap up before taking her to his friend’s cottage on a nearby lake, telling him to take his time. She truly believed she had everything under control. Rocky, the dog she recently rescued, was now howling, and she could hear Dana calling to her. Both sounded distraught. She knew if a miracle didn’t happen soon, she might be a goner. Trudy felt the dark, rotten energy coming toward her again in a rush. Overcome by the smell of sulfur that made her gasp and stung her eyes, she willed her broken body to tumble under a nearby table then roll again when the thing picked that up and slammed it down, nearly crushing her. Jumping awkwardly to her feet, mindless of her pain, Trudy felt a low vibration. Pictures from the wall and books from the shelves came at her at a high rate of speed. It took every bit of focus she had to block the onslaught of household items now being used as weapons of mass destruction. Trudy noticed a crucifix that had been hanging on the wall sailing past her on her right, and she grabbed it before dropping and crawling between the couch and coffee table. She could feel the vise-like grip around her ankle. Now what? She kicked her free leg in the hope of making some contact but found only air. It pulled her rapidly toward the center of the room. “Let go of me, you bastard!” Grabbing on to one of the desk legs, Trudy held on with every bit of strength she had left, but whatever was yanking her was too strong and pulled her free. She watched in awe and horror as the desk rocketed to the ceiling, where it hung suspended. With the crucifix still in her hand, she bellowed, “Stop in the name of Jesus Christ.” The activity stopped for a short, sweet moment, and Trudy sucked in a shaky breath. A low rumbling started, and before she knew it, the coffee table and sofa lifted to join the desk on the ceiling directly above her. She weakly held up the cross again and watched in horror as the furnishings dropped loudly, piece by piece in rapid succession, to the floor, nearly missing her as she awkwardly somersaulted out of the way. Trudy, lying in the fetal position among the busted furniture, waited for the next attack. The room was quiet and still. She tried to climb to her knees, but the pain in her midsection stopped her. Suddenly lightheaded, she gasped for air as nausea consumed her. The energy in the room changed, and a swirling mist appeared to gather around her. Am I dying? The images around her grew fuzzy. From somewhere behind, she heard a loud bang, and before she knew what was happening, she was tumbling into open space.
By Lori Zaremba5 years ago in Horror
True Amusement Park Horror Story
It was the beginning of summer, I decided to go to my local amusement park. My town opens the amusement park only during summertime, I would usually spend most of my time summers indoors, watching youtube, playing video games, basically living with my introvert tendencies. I was never the type of outgoing but decided to make at least some friends this year or at least attempt to. It was around the evening time and I remember taking the bus alone. When I finally arrived and remember seeing how high the rides were, every time I look at those rides it fears me as I remember the scenes from the movie final destination where the freak accidents occur. I am personally afraid of so I would always avoid going on those tall rides.
By Presley Pereira5 years ago in Horror
Learning to Sleep Alone
I turned over again. It felt like I had been awake all night, though I knew I had dozed off at least a couple times. The storm had gone from rain to hail and back to rain again. I couldn’t close the blinds enough to keep the flashes of lightning out of my bedroom. I needed to get some blackout curtains.
By Diane Fogle5 years ago in Horror
Do You Like Scary Movies? In That Case, Watch These.
As someone who aspires to be a scream queen, I've seen just about every type of horror movie that mankind has to offer. Whether it's slashers, psychological horrors, or creature features, I've seen just about everything. With that being said, I've put together a list of films for those looking for something new. I've selected ten different horror movies that most people would pick as their favorite and then came up with three similar selections for each one. They don't have to have a lot in common with the main film I've paired them up with, but they will be in similar sub-genres and have similar themes and plots. Now that the setup is over, let's be afraid. Let's be very afraid.
By Cat the Autist5 years ago in Horror
An Inside Connection
Dr. Cynthia Alford stood at her office window and watched Gerald get into the taxi that would finally take him away. Was her secret safe with him? Five months earlier, she had begun treating him as an outpatient for chronic schizophrenia. When she recommended antipsychotic drugs during one session, Gerald had turned violent. Fortunately for Dr. Alford, two orderlies were waiting in the next room. Since that day, she had been treating him as an involuntarily committed inpatient.
By Chris Mills5 years ago in Horror
Can You Hear Me
Part 2: Can You Hear Me The harshness of the weather outside my home made the chill in the air horrid. My daughter shouted for no reason to my wife for her to die and then she fell limp. I sat there stunned, what was I to do? Was this an actual thing? Was my wife rising right afterwards (which too was frightening) going to be affective as a good thing or bad?
By William L. Truax III5 years ago in Horror
The Price of Popularity
Sarah was sure it was lost for good. She’d had it in the pharmacy, where she used it to to answer a text, but it was nowhere to be found when she got back to her car. Not a big loss; she could go back to using her finger, after all. She felt a pang when she thought that.
By Sjan Evardsson5 years ago in Horror
Secrets in the Shadows
The sound of off-key singing to Bruno Mars’ “Uptown Funk” fills a SUV as it drives down a long road to the outside of Revelstoke, British Columbia. Martin and Claire Stannis bring up their entire family to a vacation house rental to get away from the stresses of the city. This includes Claire’s brother Max Wagner. The kids love having their Uncle Max around. He jokes with them, plays videogames, and watches Saturday morning cartoons. So, he is awesome to have around.
By Erika Ravnsborg5 years ago in Horror
