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Closer
My hands shook, chest heaved as I pulled that little black book from his inner pocket. He was still moving, a heap on the floor. I slapped his flailing hand away and stood up as straight as I could. My hand shot out to catch me as my side twitched, slid against the elevator wall with a smear, but I got upright. I wouldn't be able to hide my split knuckles but I didn't think about that now, couldn't get distracted. Not now. It was finally within my grasp. Literally in my hands. He burbled something through his broken teeth. I didn't care.
By Tanya Greene6 years ago in Horror
The Deal
A key inserted into the lock. It turned, switching the deadbolt free. The front door pushed open without resistance. Nathan entered his grandfather's domicile quietly. The entryway was shrouded in darkness, which shrunk away as he flipped a switch. Light poured from the ceiling, lending a certain amount of stability, and sureness to his task. Closing, and relocking the door, Nathan made his way up the creaking staircase to the second floor. Every creak brought back memories of his grandfather Jeffrey, and how they used to play hide and seek when he was a kid.
By Shane Field6 years ago in Horror
The End
My eyelids are heavy with sleep, but to remember painfully jars me awake. Vestiges of a past world scatter about me in a haze both temporally languid and disorienting. The crunching of glass underneath my feet pulls me back into the present moment. I am instantly grateful for the abandoned leather work boots I found. The thick padded tongue of the boot is frayed, and the toe is scuffed and peeling, but the sole, the only part that comes into contact with the rough earth, remains intact. Sleep threatens to sweep over me, but my feet protest and lead me. My mind reluctantly, but eventually trudges behind. The cool Cleveland wind slaps my face with a malodor. Decades ago, I would have winced and run in the opposite direction. But in this time, it could signify a community of people. So I scurry in the direction of the pungent wisps.
By Jasmine Wilson6 years ago in Horror
Dear Son
I. Dear son, I will not expect your forgiveness for what I am about to ask you. My hands shiver, my mind falters as I write you this letter. Even now, immersed in the unforgiving softness of my own death bed, I cannot escape this ghastly recollection of thoughts which has gathered before me. For you must know that I have sinned, my son, and greatly, and for a long time, and in ways that no man should ever be granted to imagine. And as I brawl with my corrupted spirit to keep my sanity unbroken, my only hope is that your life shall be blessed with better luck instead, and a stronger will than your old man ever possessed.
By Anthony L. Wolf6 years ago in Horror
The Obsidian Order
A struggle and scuffle left the male bound and seated on a back pew. Jacob suffered from a solid-state of shock while the three cloaked forms conjoined in an intense, low conversation near the altar. Candles again lit up the cathedral with an audible whoosh, flickering in a strangely slow dance.
By SynneR De'Viant Khrystian6 years ago in Horror
