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Exmosos
I received a call from my mother to hear my Aunt Mary has passed away suddenly. I hardly knew Mary; she lived in Yorkshire most of her later years, and I only visited her a couple of times growing up. She was well... eccentric to say the least. My mother never kept in touch with her properly after an incident happened in a church that Mary was a member, I didn’t ever push for details but it left her startled. A day later, a letter came through regarding the inheritance that needed sorting. The letter read as follows:
By James Everest6 years ago in Horror
He Gave Me All He Had
Money was not the usual cost of my services. I've never had much use for money, so I rarely take on jobs where the only reward is pigeon feed. I'm far more interested in bigger prizes, more fascinating things. Things that make your heart pump harder and your skin break out in a cool sweat of anticipation and fear.
By Wren6 years ago in Horror
Tischa May
Tischa May was a lady who sat like a lady. At this very moment, she was sitting with her back of the straightest order, more upright than even the walls of the room. Her bottom did not touch the back of the lounge chair on which she sat, so that it rested just shy of the edge of it, just shy of falling straight off it. If someone pulled that lounging chair away from Tischa May’s bottom, she could-not would-not topple onto the floor space. No, her legs indeed could-not would-not budge one centimeter — they would stay put in the most perfect of right angles, as if still propped up by the chair.
By Francesca Alster6 years ago in Horror
A Kindred Spirit
February 19th 2017 I am just going to preface this page by saying on the record that I do not believe in ghosts. Having said that, I am pretty sure I saw a ghost today. It’s only been two days since I’ve moved in here. It was a quick moving process, given the drama with Alex. The house is old and run down but has good bones. I needed somewhere quick and far away. Honestly, I could have done worse. Once I spruce the house up a bit, I actually think I could be happy here. Just me and Milly and some space to breathe. At least that’s what I thought before tonight, now I’m not sure that I haven’t traded in one shitty situation for another.
By Dana Cropley6 years ago in Horror
Blood Feast
Ever since the teeming multitudes of ancient Rome packed the stands of the coliseum, thrilling to the spectacle of savage butchery and bloodletting being enacted upon the living bodies of slaves and gladiators dueling below, mankind has exalted in the sadistic murder, mutilation, and killing of his fellow man. Often, he has viewed this wretched tendency to brutality and violence as a sport, as part and parcel to an evening's entertainment. Whatever the reasoning behind this atavistic and barbarous desire to see the mangled and eviscerated remains of some luckless victim,(whether because of the thrill of witnessing the horrific result of a rage he dare not, as a member of polite society, indulge in himself, or for some other reason), that is a subject that is best debated by the shrinks (once called "alienists"), who spend their days talking with madmen who would put Renfield and his fly-scarfing antics to shame.
By Tom Baker6 years ago in Horror
Black Forest
"That $20,000 won't be enough." I couldn't help sighing to myself. Standing by the gate of what felt like a five mile driveway, I was staring down my inheritance with nothing short of discontent.
By Ellie Crick6 years ago in Horror
CASHLIFE, a Dark Web Game Show
The splash screen displayed the game show's logo, bright yellow over a gradient blend of hot pinks, neon purples, and deep blues. Through the computer speakers aired a song as colorful as its visual accompaniment, synthetic and cheery and energetic, with a sort of 80's action movie vibe, the beat rowed forward quickly by a choppy guitar riff on one oar and a vibrant, powerful drumbeat on the other.
By Matt Terzi6 years ago in Horror
My Sister's Keeper
After four years, I presumed that The ORC stopped looking for me, but when I bolted up from my bed, chest heaving and eyes burning red, I immediately thought the worst.
By P. Rose6 years ago in Horror
The Golden Words
The cafeteria roared with ridiculing laughter. Roselyn Wood's thick black hair and shabby clothes were splattered with today's drink special at Alder High School: Cookies and Cream Milkshake Supreme. Roselyn's best friend, Zelda Cotton, was just in as much shock as she was, that someone dared to pull a prank like this. Roselyn looked around in search of the culprit... All she saw was a crowd stricken with side-splitting laughter. Her blue eyes welled up and it felt like a rock was lodged in her throat... her stomach churned, she was never so humiliated. She could handle the occasional verbal taunting from the "popular kids," or a spitball here and there, but this was on a whole different level. They had gone too far...
By M.M. John6 years ago in Horror
Little Black Will
Who would even leave a dollar for the reaper? Bad PR aside even ferrymen make a better living, a greater insult to grim than the devil’s mounds of fiery gold given freely by Satanic worshippers. If bones required any upkeep then nobody would last long in the job that needed no body. Is the occasional dry clean for the uniform of black robes too much to ask? Something to distract from the monotony of the vocation. Of course people die in interesting ways, but people die in interesting ways all the time. Only a week of finding cadavers with pants around their ankles and belts around their necks, or the geriatric orgies that left behind mounds of feeble hearted bodies, and the comedy of those sights was gone. Black comedy, just the way grim likes it.
By Cameron Lang6 years ago in Horror
Lost Things
It’s amazing what people can lose, isn’t it? Just walking around I found; a bike helmet, a mountain of singular shoes, pets wandering on their own...I think that gives the picture. Normally I ignore those listed things, but when it comes to books I have a bit of a soft spot.
By Courtney Durham6 years ago in Horror
HOBO Kyle - chapter 5
Nerio clenched his fists so hard they shook and a low rumble began to pour from his throat. Adristya had been his most reliable complement, and his most beloved.
By Matt Holmes6 years ago in Horror