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What Do You Have To Lose?
Mahli could hear the news anchor from the Kitchen: “Delilah Davis, owner of DDA, was found dead in her living room last night…”
By Dé Kwaan Deshaun Wynn6 years ago in Horror
Dig
“Dig!” the bigger man barked. The two worked side by side in the pouring rain, shin-deep in the soggy ground, their shovels scraping loudly in the rocks and mud.
By Carlos Harrison6 years ago in Horror
social media.
I wasn’t ready to die. I knew that much. Maybe that’s all I ever knew, because there is no way in hell I could have told you one week ago that this is where I would fucking be. I’m not going to ‘take you back to where it all began’, but I will tell you one thing. If you find the book, or the book finds you, DO NOT TRUST IT. DO NOT OPEN IT. The book doesn’t care what colour your hair is, how many times you’ve fallen in love, the lullabies your mother used to sing when you were young, or if you even had parents at all. The book only cares that you drink it, letting the words trickle down your throat until they catch in your chest and flood your lungs leaving you gasping for more of the very thing that is causing you to drown. The book will submerge you, and you can only sink and wish you had heeded my warning, and not opened that goddamn book. Fuck it. No way in hell are you gonna put down the book now that I’ve hooked your curiosity. What’s that old saying? Curiosity killed the cat. You’re damn right. So, let me take you back to where it all began. What a joke.
By Annelise Nealon6 years ago in Horror
Little Black Book
It was so typical for plans to go wrong each time Maya and her friends, Tilly, Sarah and Lila went out, it was a given that something would go wrong, yet they somehow made the most of it . Tonight wasn’t an exception. Lila’s car had gotten a flat on their way to Lila’s house. The thunderstorm made things even more gruesome and when Sarah spots a nearby manor they decide to ask for help. With their phones all out of signal, it seemed the wisest thing to do. The plan was to ask for a phone, call a taxi and wait. The owner of the home was more than gracious. Safi, a wonderful kind woman, let’s the four women in but this story takes a turn when while Sarah makes the call for a taxi, Maya wanders off and gets lost in the manor uncovering a secret long forgotten. It all started out as a wanders through the hallway looking for a bathroom but when she takes a wrong turn, she gets locked behind a hidden trap door which locks her in a room filled with vile secrets tucked away safely until now.
By Chidinma6 years ago in Horror
Charlie's Weight
I have a nosebleed when the plane lands. That sense of lift you have when your balls try to run back into your pelvis, your heart skips in your chest, and your brain plays the rerun of Airplane Destination Death doesn't leave me even after the plane parks and the hostess tells everyone to unbuckle their seatbelts. I chalk it up to nerves. Right about now, my would-be father-in-law should be going up in a glorious blaze of purifying flames erasing his taint from the Earth.
By Gabriel North6 years ago in Horror
It’s impolite to throw things at strangers
Rose was walking down Main St. on her way to work. It was so hot she could literally see her sweat sizzling as she hurried to get out of the sun hanging in a bright purple sky. The towering buildings that lined the streets swayed gently, but their subtle movements provided almost no breeze at all for pedestrians.
By Allison Peeler-Mitchell6 years ago in Horror
her little secret black book
" I'm sorry Kayla." she says with her usual apologetic face as she gets ready to leave the table, this is the third time this week she has done this.
By antonia bowen6 years ago in Horror
Over the Ridge
OVER THE RIDGE WRITTEN BY LUKE KRUGER-AIMONE A gleeful laugh echoed across Breakneck Bluff. June made effortless leaps down the rocky mountain path, her brother’s pleas a mere afterthought. If he were to fall and kill himself, that would be on him. No, there was no one who would keep her from reaching that river at the bottom, shimmering like fiery diamonds in the twilight.
By Luke X.O6 years ago in Horror
The Little Black Book
The day of work started pretty typically for Jacob. He arrived at the convenience shop for work at 8:05(a couple minutes late per usual), consumed a cup of coffee and a donut, and then found his post behind the cash register, to begin idly flipping through a book of sorts while awaiting customers. Though nothing out of the ordinary had stirred quite yet, Jacob had the feeling that something miraculous was to occur that day. A slight upbeat apprehension that stirred his insides. Yet he sat and waited, unfazed.
By Ryan Matthews6 years ago in Horror
The Devil In The Details
Her fingers were numb with panic as she fumbled with the locks on the door. She felt her heart rattling in her ribcage as the blood struggled to reach her extremities. Her skin had already started to blister and crack. Time was running out. The door was three inches thick and made of solid timber. It had four metal bolts and a state-of-the-art lock that a greasy salesperson with a moustache had assured her was ‘unpickable’. She leaned against the door and rattled the handle as if checking to see that it was genuinely there. She had begun to rent the tiny flat less than the month ago. A safehouse. It was cramped, the kind of place that should’ve been described as cosy but the whole room was rank with cold, the only feature of note was a huge oak desk. Shivering she tried to catch her breath, as she crossed the small room, Crouched down and touched her hands to the bitterly cool metal of a safe. The textured dial spun neatly beneath her fingers. From the safe she retrieved a Ruger LC pistol, a bottle of Jameson whisky, and a small, black, leather book. She placed the whiskey and book on the table and checked the gun. Seven bullets sat in the magazine and one in the chamber. She placed the gun on the desk and after a greedy yet much needed swig from the bottle, she began to push the heavy desk towards the door. The book began to shake as the desk vibrated. The smell of age clung to its thick black binding, the grain of the leather sat deep and speckled, the dead cells of some unfortunate creature now a pleasing pattern for the eye.
By Gabeicus6 years ago in Horror
The Job's Not Done
Time was running out. I had the bag packed, the rest of the cash and a one way ticket across the country. Everything else I’ll figure out when I land. I left that damned battered black book on the nightstand, turned off the lights and slammed the door behind me. After throwing my bag in the back I hopped in the driver’s seat and threw the car into reverse. As I hit the road, I felt a wave of calm start to wash over me, relieved I defied the odds and was in the clear. I pulled up to a four way intersection, slowly creeping forward and saw no one in any of the directions so I proceeded to cross. Just as I was in the middle, a black SUV careens into the front of my car, sending me spinning, only to be stopped by a tree.
By Kyle Marino6 years ago in Horror
Sketchbook
He didn’t have any definitive evidence however he knew the tree moved. It was not possible for a tree that stood over two stories high and having a base more than four feet in diameter to move however this one did. Since moving into the farmhouse a week ago every afternoon he sat on the back porch and sketched the entrance to the forest in his Moleskine sketch pad. Stephen now reviewing his sketch would say with some confidence that the tree moved precisely four feet to it’s right. Prone to fantastical thought he hesitated to tell his wife and once he saw her reaction, he immediately wished he hadn’t. Without words he could hear the word relapse come from her. She was always supportive and understanding of his fluctuating mental health, it’s why they moved away from the city with the hope that the new scenery would help alleviate some of the stress and allow him to focus on finally getting his anxiety and delusions under control.
By Jason Fischer6 years ago in Horror