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Mortimer's Adventure
Named MoleSk'ine pronounced Mole-Ski-NUH, but the nuh is slightly subtle; almost dropping completely off and silent at the end. Which Mortimer thought was fitting since all the book did was cause him to be entangled in grave and dangerous peril.
By Joshua Johnson6 years ago in Horror
When Dreams Come True
Roy rifled the last trashcan on his city park evening route. He scored a few cans, cigarette butts, some half-full take-out boxes, a newspaper — which was handy on dewy nights to keep the wet off his blanket. It’d pass for a rolling paper, too, since he couldn’t bum any today. He headed for his last stop.
By Jennifer Johansson6 years ago in Horror
The Impossible Room
The house stood at the corner of a fairly quiet residential street. It was tall and old fashioned, with large windows and a heavy metal knocker on the front door. The yellow shingles that covered the sides of the house were in slight dissonance with the dark green tiles of the roof, and part of the gutter where the rainwater collected had become dislodged during a violent storm. The grass had not been tended in the months the house had been unoccupied, and scraggly bits of crab grass had begun to inch their way over the stone path leading up to the front porch.
By Lauren Michelle6 years ago in Horror
The Collective
There had always been conspiracy theories about people who won lotteries or raffles that included a nice chunk of money. Some said that they sold their souls, others said they sacrificed those closest to them, the speculations were endless. Up until now Seraphin never believed them but that was before she won the raffle and came in contact with that accursed little black book!
By Knucklez Deveraux6 years ago in Horror
Fae Fantasy
SCROLL 1 I grew up in a split home filled to overflowing with neglect, pain, and depression. Both houses had their downfalls, yet my mom's was truly cursed, try as I might I could never preserve the dwindling happiness that fell away at her door. My father's house tried to support me, tried to fill me with wonder and enjoyment, but frankly it was never enough, nothing would ever be enough. I was filled with an emptiness that could not be bribed out of me.
By L.D. Malachite 6 years ago in Horror
Real Men
Eloise embodied a bittersweet kind of madness. She was a soft-feathers-stuck-to-honey sort of oddity. She was the kind one would refer to as ‘quirky’ or ‘kooky’ or ‘zany’. She was the kind of girl whom you would go on to describe as ‘girl’ or ‘chick’ even though she was a woman. And although I have no more right to tell the story of Eloise than you do, my friend, let us both admit that she was the one we would whisper about, under our breath, when we sat across the room from her in drawing class. Remember that damned doll?
By Joanna Savage Coleman6 years ago in Horror
Twenty Stacks
Twenty Stacks By By Natasha Zar The new house wasn’t new at all. It was an old Greek Revival abomination. It would be a shock to not find any decomposing corpses in the cellar. Miseria Manor. One of the oldest plantations this side of the Mississippi. Southern Seller Real Estate Magazine had called it Bayou Tricheur’s Best Kept Secret! The location of Misère Manor begged to differ. Situated at least a mile from the main road on a dirt track, hidden amongst ancient oak trees and Spanish moss it seemed more like a place that harbored secrets of its own. In the shadows of the fading sun, the old plantation house seemed to lay in wait like a predatory beast.
By Natasha R Zar6 years ago in Horror
The Game Lord
Tom pulled up to a dilapidated mansion in his beat up old Civic. This place was over an hour drive from the city and looking at it sent shivers down his spine. Norman Gates, the host of his favourite show, “Close Encounter of a Ghostly Kind”, approached his car. Tom rolled down his window.
By D. A. Simon6 years ago in Horror
