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Ebay Power Seller
~ Ebay Power Seller ~ Roger had been an avid Ebay seller for over five years, but there came a time when he ran out of items to list, and prospects of finding new items grew dim. One day, while idly searching Ebay listings, he came upon human skulls being offered, and saw that they were getting $850 to $1,200 each.
By Dan Tompsett6 years ago in Horror
Fall of The Wrathful Dragon
Waking up, a man comes too, he looks around and sees the red sky, the sounds of screams and destruction from every direction. He pushes off debris that lay on top of him and stand up, almost falling back down. He looks around some more and wobbles his way towards a building yet to collapse and falls to the ground. He crawls over to a nearby wall and pulls out a med pack so he can fix himself up a bit. As he tends to his wounds, he remembers what lead to him getting knocked out, how everything happened.
By Rafael Oliveras6 years ago in Horror
Chivalry
Some people swore that the house was haunted. We believed it. Set far back on the property, at the end of a drive long since broken up into weeds and gravel, the place had been abandoned about forever. Three stories proud when built, decades of weather and neglect had brought sagging and collapse. Now it seemed hunched over, like a kicked dog, black windows bared like fangs, challenging anyone to approach. Because it was that kind of night, the door opened as we pulled up, slow as a death rattle and just far enough to make you wonder if it was the wind.
By Ben Whitelake6 years ago in Horror
The Angel
“Oh my, what has you working so late, dear boy?” Mrs. Delacroix leaned down to peer over Jackson’s shoulder, the peppermint on her breath contrasting with the slightly musty smell of her clothes. The table was piled high with books, old town ledgers mostly, along with a scattering of copies of newspaper articles taken from blown-up microfilm. Brightly colored adhesive notes flagged important passages, looking like the recovery flags planted by investigators gathering evidence at a crime scene. Which wasn’t too far off, truth be told. “I told you, I could have gotten those ledgers for you! You didn’t need to trouble yourself!”
By Ben Whitelake6 years ago in Horror
Greed
Even as he lay dying, he clung to it, his life force slowly seeping away. His strength was fading, leaving upwards from his feet, until only his hands held onto that thing with sheer might of will.
By Lynne Hancock6 years ago in Horror
The Inheritance
The thud from Tyler’s bags echoed off the walls as he dropped them onto the dark hardwood floors, stirring up a layer of dust. The late afternoon sun flooded into the room from the open door behind him, illuminating the view of his new home. The foyer was a regal, intimidating room with a high ceiling. To the left, a sweeping staircase curved up to the second floor which was hidden in shadows. He could see a hallway straight ahead of him and a stately living room to his right. The place looked expensive and uninviting, quite a difference from his cozy University dorm room. It made him wonder whether it was a smart idea to move into his uncle’s house. His house. He had to get used to that.
By Lydia S6 years ago in Horror
The Book of Secrets
After moving out from my parents house I finally had enough money to get a house of my own. I had gotten my close friend Ryan to move in with me and help out with some of the costs. Ryan is a rather timid guy, he jumps at any strange sound and is terrified of simple things. Small animals, pests, and insects get the best of him. Thankfully the house we are moving into is very maintained and doesn't have problems with pests. Ryan wears tight clothing most of the time, he's so skinny that you'd think the wind would fly him like a kite. His hair is as dark as night and he wears glasses with really thin frames, they look as if they could snap any second. We both worked together in a mailing warehouse. Fortunately for us it paid well but occasionally one of us worked the night shift from time to time.
By Fernando Alvarado6 years ago in Horror
The Wilson’s House
“You sure it’s abandoned?” Tom asks Arnold. Even though it’s dark I can see Arnold roll his eyes under the moonlight. “For the hundredth time, yes,” he replies. “And it has been for 40 years now.”
By Spencer James6 years ago in Horror
A Greater Love
“What a mess,” He sighed, crimson stains collecting on the black leather of his shoes as he walked through the room. The man traced his fingers alongside the bedside table, leaning over to blow out a candle. The smoke wisped up and curled aimlessly in the air. He sauntered around the room, sidestepping the prone figure sprawled on the ground, his eyes fixed on the trembling woman in the corner of the room.
By Justina Jude6 years ago in Horror
Reed Alexander's Horror Review of 'Blood Vessel' (2019)
A Russian, an Aussie, a Brit, and an American, bord a ship... Idontfuckingknow, maybe don't start your movie like a bad bar joke? It doesn't even make any god damn sense. On what ship, would American, Russian, and Aussie soldiers be together with British Intelligence? It's a small complaint, and really, the movie was pretty good, so it was also a complaint that I can forgive. It just annoyed me for some reason.
By Reed Alexander6 years ago in Horror
Devil’s Deal
February 17th, 1842. A distant clatter woke him in the dead of the night. He held his breath and thought, this is it, this is the end. Reluctantly he opened his eyes and adjusted to the shadows around him. He lay in his warm bed, surrounded by his lavish belongings… the ones he had traded his soul for. It had been so easy when he was sleeping on the dirty streets surrounded by horse manure and begging for food. Those gray days ten years prior made him long for sweet, sweet death. He did not regret his decision at the time; he’d end up dead anyway. Overnight he had a job and reputation. He had gained a station in society and money started pouring in faster than he could spend it. He hired the help to clean and cook for him, to clean his clothes and dress him. He had a room just for the tub in which he bathed in warm water and the mansion he called home.
By Michelle Julio6 years ago in Horror
The Cost of Freedom
The frame cracked the air after Jeremiah whipped the restroom door shut; enough to resonate throughout the house. Yet it was still drowned out by the incessant whirlwind that was the howling of his parents. Dad was at fault this time - he caused a fender bender last night in the downpour causing Mom to be profane over the cost of repairs coming out of the Christmas budget. The fight went beyond naughty, not that they should be rewarded with coal. A spark from them would reduce the house to a smoldering pit. Jeremiah’s anxiety paralyzed him as he worried about unrelated things to escape the noise. Unknowingly gripping the handles of the sink in front of the mirror, his makeup melted from a joyful mime to a flustered sideshow clown from a combination of the steam rising and the sweat raining. The costume felt ruined, he stood calculating for longer than he should have. Even worse, the overflow snuck its way to his weathered black journal. Jeremiah desperately slapped it to the floor to prevent further soaking because inside was Jeremiah’s golden ticket.
By Mario Carrillo6 years ago in Horror