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The Adventures of Tom Smart
Mice scratch somewhere in the dim corner. I tried several times to catch them in the bedraggled cellar, but amidst the horde of old furniture, boxes, and curios it was nearly impossible. That wouldn’t stop me from trying though.
By Stephanie Howard6 years ago in Horror
Little Black Book
I rush out of my back door. It’s a cold, winter’s day. I’m running late for work, as usual. I grip the sides of the stairs as I descend the icy steps, watching my step as my feet slightly slip and my head buzzes, anticipating the needs of the day. I get to the bottom of the wooden stairs, the sun lightly shining on me. I’m unlocking my bike chain, when out of the corner of my eye, I see a little black notebook sitting in the side of my backyard. I don’t think much of it, it’s not mine, so I don’t grab it. I unlock my bike, and head to work.
By Kyle Cook6 years ago in Horror
Little Black Book
Remembering the day it happened, a late Sunday in the middle of February. The rain was heavy, the sky dark, and then a strange knock on my door. Promptly making my way there as I was just watching TV in my living room, I opened the door to answer. No one there, nothing but a small gym bag left on my porch. It was strange, but I brought it inside regardless. What happened next, is what really changed things. Opening the bag there were numerous wads of cash, all $5 bills.
By Alex Fice6 years ago in Horror
Loop
Hey sir! Are you okay? Sir? I bent down to shake him, hoping he was just asleep. There was no movement. I check for a pulse and finding none. Oh shit he’s dead! I stand up and take two steps back tripping over something heavy and falling to the ground.
By Antonease Poindexter6 years ago in Horror
Chosen by Chance
It was a rare winter morning in the town of Glasserton, Oregon where the sun was shining and not a trace of moisture was to be found in the air. Being mid-February, the weather was known to rarely fluctuate from anything but cold, wet, and dreary; then again, today was different. Today was something special.
By Veronica Smeltzer6 years ago in Horror
The power of eyes
You know, when you have a child it is supposed to be one of the most joyous moments in life. A tiny person who will carry on your traditions and your legacy long after you have been gone. I could not wait to be one of those children, to go out into the world and make my parents proud, all of us here on Akrale could not wait. I am thankful that I was born with purple eyes and not red.
By Joshua Weathers6 years ago in Horror
Darkhouse
The mess was overwhelming. Gwen stood in the center of the dusted room, contemplating how to sort through the scrappy furniture and array of items. Gwen Kingston and her husband Felix had just purchased the small cottage connected to an old lighthouse. They planned to renovate the musty homestead that smelled of rotting fish and sandy seaweed.
By Madeline Smith6 years ago in Horror
Tell Me A Story
He was very tall, and looked thin as a switch upon which an overlong, ill-fitting grey Ulster had been carelessly draped. A great ball of white hair bloomed around his head and down his chin like a dandelion puff.
By Jeff Ford6 years ago in Horror
I hope my cousin made up this campfire story
We were all sitting around a dying campfire in the dark; I think we'd set up somewhere near Jervis Bay. We were on our way to visit our grandparents in Sydney. Our parents had gone to "bed", though in retrospect it's incredibly obvious they were all sharing a joint in one of the tents, and my oldest cousin Jack, who at fifteen called all the shots had decided we all had to tell the scariest story we possibly could, or he got the rest of the bag of marshmallows.
By El Eni6 years ago in Horror
The Appendix
Sometimes, within the brain's old ghostly house, I hear, far off, at some forgotten door, A music and an eerie faint carouse,
By John C Griffith6 years ago in Horror
Dollhouse
Dollhouse is my home. It is my only home. Until my parents kill me. Yes, my parents will kill me when the time is right. They still want me so they wait. That is until they get a child made of flesh and blood (so gross, it stains everything.) I’m not enough for them as I am.
By Jalissa6 years ago in Horror
Jack's Windfall 3
Jack gathered his gear. He needed to create some fetishes to assist with the possible dark spirit invasion. To do this, he needed to find spirits willing to be bound to his will, to spend some of their time trapped within a physical shell. He hopped into his car, and just started to drive. It helped him think. He knew of a few spirits that might be willing, but unlike the incarnations he tended to summon, they were more individualistic. He would need to bargain with them, haggle to get their power. As he drove he contemplated who he should tackle first. His hand involuntarily went to his wrist, as he remembered the spirit that almost possessed him.
By Pedro Rivera6 years ago in Horror