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Home Is Where Your Heart Is
Twenty-thousand dollars. It seemed like so much. An absurd amount. And yet, at the same time... it was so little. For the longest time Jonni stared at the paperwork in her hands, thumbs slowly gliding back and forth over the soft paper, absentmindedly wondering how much pressure she would have to apply to smudge the ink. She didn't want to stare at the house, instead, despite being keenly aware her new neighbors were staring at her through their curtains.
By Natalie Kaia Christiansen6 years ago in Horror
The Presence
THE PRESENCE by: Samuel Earl Di Gangi 1 The walls shook. That took some real work because the walls of this old duplex were quite solid but just the same, they shook. The sound of breaking furniture, shattering glass, and angry voices penetrated the calmness of this otherwise placid night. Her voice was as shrill as gargled glass and his as coarse as the soured milk that had been within it.
By Deplorable Di Gangi6 years ago in Horror
The Well of Vibrant Health
Audra absorbed her life in healthy living. She enjoyed the thrill of discovering a new low-sodium recipe or finding the perfect mix of ingredients to enhance the flavors of her juicing diets, she had two different gym memberships because neither gym had all the machines she liked to use, she taught yoga to senior citizens at the local city center, and she handed out small bags of sunflower seeds on Halloween.
By Amos Glade6 years ago in Horror
The Harbinger
The Harbinger “You know, if we had more money you would be happier” Walter sipped his coffee as Sharon sighed exasperatedly from listening to the same old speech, he always found his way back to. He stared at her with concern, “Are you feeling any better today?”
By A.J. Loren6 years ago in Horror
The Little Black Book
“Danny come on!” “Wait. Where are we going?” “We’re going inside the cave.” “No I don’t want to.” “Oh stop acting foolish will you.” “Foolish? It’s scary down there.” “Oh, don’t tell me you believe in all that hocus pocus.” “No, but you never know whose down there.” “Hahahahahah. Danny believes in hoooocus poooocusss! Hooooooccccussss poooocuuuussss! Danny believes in hoooocuuuussss pooocussss!” “Will you stop it! I’ll go with you!” “Hahhahha. Well, come on then. We have to get back before dinner or else my mom will cook me for tomorrow’s supper.” “Oh stttooop it Jena. Ughh.” “Since you’re a big baby, hold on to my hand. The rocks can sometimes be slippery.” “How many times have you’ve done this Jena?” “A lot, now focus.” “You’ve been in the cave too?” “Welllllllll, not exactly.” “Jena have you been in the cave or not?” “NO! No Danny I haven’t.” “Why not Jena.” “Ummm… Umm because I needed some light. And you always carry a flashlight.” “No I don’t Jenna. You told me to bring one with me tonight. You’re lying. Why are you lying Jena?” No I’m not.” “Yes you are.” “NO I’m not.” “Jena….Yes You ARE!” “Okay, okay, okay. I’m lying. I just didn’t want to go by myself.” “Hahahahhahahaha. Now look who’s the one really believing in hocus pocus.” (Sucking teeth). “Danny let’s hurry and get this over with.” “Why do you want to go in there?” “Because Danny. I’m tired of everyone in school teasing about the cave.
By Beautiful Intelligence6 years ago in Horror
Right On Schedule
After finally ending things with Robert, a financial advisor who reminded her--in both appearance and personality-- of a stick of sugar-free gum, Eliza had packed all her belongings into a rented truck and driven the roughly fifteen hundred miles from Littleton, New Hampshire to Reddington Beach, Florida. She drove all the way through, stopping only to sleep in a rest stop just past the Virginia border and then again in Orlando when biblical sheets of rain made driving on the six-lane highway near impossible. There, she pulled into a roadside stop that advertised a baby gator park, where visitors could feed the infant reptiles, and a gift shop where one could buy gator jerky and leather. Eliza, more perturbed by the rain than the macabre circle-of-life reptile farm, stayed in the truck and waited for the rain to pass.
By Sally Gardiner-Smith6 years ago in Horror
Blood and Bond
It had been one month since their grandmother died. Jeanine felt anxious about moving back to her childhood home with her sister Carrie, they hadn't spoken in six years. Not even at the funeral. She wondered why Carrie was even in the Will. As Jeanine's hand hovered over the front doorknob she took a deep breath. She could hear music blaring inside. Carrie was already there. "Damn" she thought. "Not even time to settle in peace". She opened the door and saw that the house was filthy. Carrie dropped her bag at the stairs and followed the music to her sister’s room. She knocks on the door. The music stops and her sister opens the door. "Well I guess the fun is over." Jeanine sighs. "Do you even want to be here? Look at this place...how long have you been here? You didn't even bother to clean up?" Carrie rolls her eyes and falls back onto her old bed. Dust comes up and she starts to cough. "Ok you have a point...but I only got here only 40 minutes ago....We're gonna sell the place anyway right? Who cares what it looks like now." Carrie lights a joint. Jeanine scoffs. "Unfucking believable. You're still the same. We're not selling the house. Even if we wanted to, look at the state it's in! I should have known you were after money! This is all that we have left of Grandma!!!" Carrie answers coldly "So?" In disbelief Jeanine walks up to Carrie and slaps her before heading for the door. Carrie pushes Jeanine down and they start fighting. In the rustle they both fall down the stairs. They get up, and they go their rooms in silence. After Jeanine patches herself up, she changes the sheets and goes to bed. She cries herself to sleep. The next Morning she wakes up still feeling tired.
By Adelle Moonstar6 years ago in Horror
Subject 16
Doctor Samara Quinlan sat up in an instant and rubbed her eyes, trying to adjust to the angry red glow of emergency lighting. The echoes of the crash were already fading. Thunder? An explosion? Close, whatever it was. Distant klaxons began wailing an alarm, and seconds later, combat boots scrambled down the hallway outside her quarters. Predictable. Soon would come the rhythms of gunfire and the screams of dying men. The dream was always the same, though it rarely started with such a literal bang.
By Robert Jack6 years ago in Horror
One Misty Morning
The echoes of our footsteps were swallowed by the dense fog of the early morning air. I snuggled my head into my oversized hoodie, away from the chill, as we trudged down the empty sidewalks of our neighborhood. I was still groggy, and perhaps a bit grumpy, from getting up so early. I did love this time of morning, but my friend’s chatter was ruining the muffled silence I was trying to enjoy.
By Randall C Stephens 6 years ago in Horror
