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Abduction
I was sitting in my room, or cell, if you really want my opinion, writing in my journal. It was hard to write with the rubber ink pens the ward provided. Equally as hard, was writing anything involving any length. They are, after all, only four-inch pens so handwriting the Dead Sea Scrolls or telling my memoirs was an impossible goal to achieve. I could, however, I could write to myself or in the journal the ward provided all of the patients. This was my morning routine. Well, it would be my routine, after I do it for a while. I started working on this plan to fill my days while I suffered through the boredom of the weekend, anxiously awaiting my Monday session.
By Jason Morton6 years ago in Horror
Without Honour
It was a dim and peaceful night at the Adams household. Mrs and Mr Adams were indulging in their hobbies of handcrafting. Their sixteen-year-old son, Ace, was in his room reading an audiobook about a detective skeleton and magic. His brother, older by seven years, Link was working on a project for his next single and their ten-year-old sister was playing with the family cats, Rika and Cheetah. The children’s rooms were upstairs, the brothers having the rooms right in front of the stairs next to each other, and Freya’s on the right side of Ace’s room; with the bathroom left on the left side of Link’s room. Downstairs was the Living Room which connected to the dining room and the kitchen. The kitchen was narrow and spacious at the same time. The door, however, was a sliding one that took quite some effort to open. Once opened, the front door can be seen facing the kitchen. The house has a driveway, and the light detects motion in front of it and turns on, so it was odd to have it happen at 11 pm on a Saturday. The family was not expecting any visitors, so they thought it might’ve been a fox. Recently Mrs Adams put out a unique vase of the most beautiful and most magnificent golden flowers. Ace and Link had sarcastic comments about them at first but Freya spoke out everyone’s thoughts when she expressed her awe in them.
By XANJIN6 years ago in Horror
The Wilds
To read chapter 1 click here! With Layla and himself piled into the truck, Jasper drove them to the kill site. His half-eaten sandwich and fries were sitting on the center console of the truck, the mug of coffee jammed into a cupholder and surrounded by old coffee stains. He offered her some before grabbing a french fry, “It isn’t wolves. Maybe a grizzly bear…”
By Kelsey Reich6 years ago in Horror
TALES OF TERROR
You are about to enter the realm of the unknown. A Realm where all realities collide. Where I control the ebb and flow of the narrative and can bring a haunting image to crystal clarity and beyond. For the next 1000 + words please allow me to take you on a Tale of Terror. My personal real life stories from the Paranormal and the other side!
By Michael Andrews6 years ago in Horror
To End it All
Below the surface, a pillar of light looms over a stone domed chamber with large stone throne-like chairs, seven in total, sit around the pillar of light. One by one, figures dressed in long white robes took their seats. As the last one took their seat, the pillar of light began to radiate a glow that brightened the whole room and a voice rang out throughout the chamber.
By Kyle Hummel6 years ago in Horror
The Phantom of Ulm Water
Ulm Water is the largest inland body of water in Stiltshire: a roughly kidney-shaped lake about three miles long by one and a half wide, surrounded by flat, uninhabited countryside for several miles in any direction. There are two substantial islands and several tiny islets, but in other parts the water is deep and impenetrable. It can be a disquieting place even by day to a solitary walker or angler and positively eerie at night when the moon lies low and casts long shadows from the gnarled willows at the water’s edge. But an atmosphere of utter foreboding hangs over the larger island.
By Tony Nunn6 years ago in Horror
Black to Grey
At this time of year the trees are an ugly shade of rust, streaked with sanguine, crimson rivers that show us the patterns their sticky lifeblood traveled before the deep freeze turned the whole world amaranth; almost alive but trapped in stasis until the bloody sun decides to shed it's warmth on the hard soil of my family's estate.
By Cass McLean6 years ago in Horror
Sisters
Boredom. It eats away at the brain like a fly on a carcass, alone in the desert. Devouring and salivating at the next morsel of energy it can find. Well, that’s at least how Eliza and Meghan saw boredom when waiting for their parents to get ready for an outing. Downstairs they sat in their old, creaky house of heritage which had been passed on as many times as a deadly pandemic. Quiet and lonely sat the house, with not a friend in the world, leaving it bitter and cold on the tip of a hill. Like an old spinster, the house now held secrets and stories unwilling to share with anyone, except the impressionable.
By Emily-Jo Davidson6 years ago in Horror
BoneDust
Winter was just around the corner. This morning was crisp and cold. A dusting of snowfall had come in the night and frost clung to the bedroom window in lacey crystals, giving a hint of rainbows to the morning light that shone on Ursula’s face.
By Ana_Avos6 years ago in Horror
Anna Just Wanted To Watch Her Show And Relax
Ding! Damn, it's another Facebook notification. I swear it has been about the fifth time today. Different guys trying to slide into my DM's. Picking up the phone sliding the screen open and before I could put the phone on silent. The bubble picture on the screen caught my eye. Tan skin, dark hair, and brown eyes. With the name "Love Stud." What a name, haha, opening up the message:
By Audie Edwards6 years ago in Horror
Savannah By Moonlight
Chapter one The case of the murdered debutante Just after sunrise on a sweltering Tuesday morning, Will Caskey was walking his dog down a dirt path not far from his home just off of Highway 17 outside of Savannah, Georgia. Will’s dog, Pepper, began to act strangely. The normally playful dog was cowering behind Will. Will scanned the area and felt his own sense of dread as he heard a buzzing that could only be the sound of thousands of flies just yards away in the thick brush. That is when the smell hit him. It was the gag-inducing scent of death.
By Christopher Soucy6 years ago in Horror
Black Ink
BLACK INK How much is one life worth? I used to question this until the day I discovered that no two lives are worth the same. The day the little black book appeared on my front step and I opened to the first page to read the instructions, the very instructions that would cost me my humility, I found just how valuable some lives could be. The book promised me that for every life I took that appeared on it’s pages I would be rewarded generously. To this day that promise has been kept.
By Daniel Barlow6 years ago in Horror