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Can You Hear ME
The thumping was never ending, it was only the beginning. I sat in the chair in the corner of my office one morning, I had to be at work at nine o’clock all though I had arrived on time, my boss was apparently angry about something and let me have it. I was sure that I was not late, nor did I know if I did anything wrong the day prior, but still, the hounding was relentless, and I felt like I was the only one who was receiving the wrong end of the horns.
By William L. Truax III6 years ago in Horror
Deadly #6.
Midnight. A young woman sits bundled underneath her nightgown on her large L shaped couch, watching her new husband, Brandon, bring their two separate bowls of large buttered popcorn.
By Sierra Ginae.6 years ago in Horror
Visited by a Ghost? It's Not Just Your Imagination
When I was 11 years old, I was awoken one night from a dead sleep by something that I couldn't comprehend. My bedroom door, located at the foot of my bed, stood wide open. And as I stared out into what should have been a dark, empty hallway, there stood a large, life-sized white stallion with jet-black eyes. It made no sound. It simply turned its head from side to side, as if looking for something.
By JL Daly6 years ago in Horror
Children of the Prophecy: Prologue
There was a young girl among the branches high in a forest. This girl had a large pointed nose, and piercing dark blue eyes, so dark they were almost black. She was clad in tight fuchsia silk-like pants with a matching silk-like robe on top. The sleeves and back of the robe trailed behind her as she effortlessly glided from one branch to the next. On her head, she had a matching headband keeping her long mane of golden brown hair back. On that headband was a white heart surrounded by the talon marks of an owl. She was only eight summers of age and was off doing her chores. Winter was approaching, and she and her brother needed to gather food for the upcoming months. Attached to her back was a large woven pouch that contained some nuts and fruit. She needed to fill the pouch that day; she was in an area of the forest that she hadn't been before. So she climbed and jumped to the top of the tallest tree, to look around... and found something. The edge of the forest. And something even weirder past the edge. She needed her brother to see this.
By Ben Ray 6 years ago in Horror
The Hunting Party
The Wolf of Normandy you’ve heard so much about was John Turner. He was born in Ireland, not France. He was not born in 1975. He was born much earlier. He was a much older man than you have all been led to believe. You see I know all about the man and how he changed the world. The myths told about him are mostly untrue. You see I knew him better than most, John Turner was my father.
By Tom Brad6 years ago in Horror
Ride the Lightning- Final Interview
Grandad was in the ICU when I arrived, and I found my parents and my grandmother sitting in the waiting room. Mom hugged me when she saw me, her tears making my shoulder soggy almost at once. They wouldn't let her see him yet, grandad having just gotten out of surgery, but the police were hoping to ask him some questions when he came to. I asked what had happened to him, and mom said the officer she'd talked to hadn't had a lot of information.
By Joshua Campbell6 years ago in Horror
Bridge of Whispers
“The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own,” Danny said to himself as he walked back to his car. It was only for a moment, but a moment was enough. The cracked tile and bloody towels were a juxtaposition of the bathroom in which he found himself. He had jumped back in appalled surprise when he glanced up to see a man, a horrific doppelganger, looking back at him. He was dressed in bloody and torn overalls, saliva gleaming in the corners of his mouth. Danny took it all in with a gasp. But before he could compose himself, the reflection had changed back to the sparkling clean tile and neatly folded towels of the employee bathroom. He could not stop thinking about what he had seen. The image of his doppelganger, grotesque and gleeful, kept bursting to the forefront of his mind.
By Floyd Doolittle6 years ago in Horror
Horrors of Poveglia Island
Poveglia Island near Venice, Italy may seem like a beautiful attraction perfect for tourism with breath taking scenic views, however a very dark illuminating history is layered within it's grounds making it known as a notorious island of death.
By Erica Rose6 years ago in Horror
Fine Wine Pairings
Fine Wine Pairings My heart thumped loudly in my chest and my palms dripped sweat as I paced anxiously back and forth in my SOHO loft. I rubbed my damp palms on the leg of my white silk pants, not even thinking about the mark they might leave. That’s how nervous I was for this, this blind date of sorts. At 27 years old I had never really considered online dating, let alone online BLIND dating, yet here I was waiting for a stranger to come knocking on my door. Millions of thoughts flooded my anxiety riddled brain as I checked my reflection for the hundredth time. “Mariah, be cool. You are strong, independent, self-assured, and anyone would kill for the chance to be with you tonight.” I say to myself while staring at my reflection and flip my strawberry-blonde tresses over my shoulder.
By Jess Rushton6 years ago in Horror
Hell is War
The reanimation is always the worst bit about the wars here. The pain of reanimation is many times more painful than that of dying. No one tells you that when you get to hell.
By Shawn Ingram6 years ago in Horror
The Hunted Mansion on the 67th street
Presentations Hi, my name is Elena, Elena Miller, I'm 17. I have emerald green eyes and I have very beautiful wavy pink hair. I dyed them on myself after my family died. I wanted to change my mind, I was sick of my hazel brown hair. I live with my best friend Amelia Collins, she has medium raven black hair and she has very beautiful ocean blue eyes, we could easily get lost. She is practically like my second sister. Our house is located in the countryside very close to the old mansion on 67th street. I don't know what's wrong with this establishment, and I'm not sure I want to know. Anyway, I'm more of a complicated and stubborn type of girl. I do what I want. From a young age, I have always convinced myself that ghosts do not exist, that they only live in the frightening stories children tell when they do not want to sleep. And I wanted at all costs to continue to believe it. Ghosts are not real. I am sure of it. These are just legends.
By Kittenkatsangel 236 years ago in Horror
Forbidden Magic
“Beatrice!” I heard the soft call of my hard-working mother. I clutch onto the gate staring out at the darkening sky. Heart pounding, I leap over the metal gate and dash across my father's cornfield. My mother's calls got louder, the corn cut my naked legs and arms.
By Claire Shenk6 years ago in Horror