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The Little Black Book
Theodore was walking thru the drizzling streets of London deep in thought . He was trying to navigate his way thru all the masses trying to get out of the rain himself as he thought about his night ahead . He shielded his eyes from the rain with his cap , and held onto it resolutely because the fierce wind and rain had taken hold of his umbrella and with a life of its own seemed to propel him forward .
By Glamourgirl6 years ago in Horror
Blind Sight
“Where did you say you met him again?” “My cousin’s wedding in Fremont last month. It was totally unexpected, but you know I love a man in uniform.” Celeste could hear Claudia rolling her eyes over the phone. “Stop overthinking it. Sean is a good guy. I can tell.”
By Margina Cohen6 years ago in Horror
A Simple Find
It was rare that he got to see Sandra; the last time had been his mother’s funeral, when Sandra showed up to “support” Rachel. He and Rachel got to the cafe early to sneak in a quick meal and catch up on life, something he had been looking forward to. By the time Sandra burst through the door like a celebrity trying to escape the paparazzi, Rachel had told him all about her new job as a paralegal. He wished that he had good news to share, but things hadn’t been good for a while. His last gig in construction ended two months ago, and he didn’t have the heart to tell her that nothing new had come up since.
By Pavel Filatov6 years ago in Horror
Crying in the Night
I growled as the bawling cut across my dreams. This was my third night in the box, and I was getting tired of being woken up by the loud crying from somewhere in the Quad. The inmate spent his days in almost abject silence, no one stopping at his cell with mail or call-outs. I never saw them come out for showers, and I don't even think I'd seen them get a tray during meals. All they really did was cry at night and keep the whole block awake.
By Joshua Campbell6 years ago in Horror
The Black Book Beckons
Books covered the cornerstone of every hall in this house. That was how my father kept it, books everywhere. Red, blue, and green, were colors that just itched the tip of the iceberg in our home. Using the basic colors of the color wheel to describe them could be considered a sin, but when your unfamiliar with the shades of the world you use what is readily available to you.
By Derek Dyer6 years ago in Horror
Was it Worth it
A sharp rap on the door jolted me from the book I was reading on the couch, it was finally here! My best-friend and I had recently began our journey into the dark web, and had mustered the courage to order a mystery box. I waited a few moments for the delivery man to drop off the package and leave, before springing the door open to collect my goods.
By Tony Hiratsuka6 years ago in Horror
Jessie’s Dark Fate
I walk through the hotel room, the smell of death filling my nose. I look for clues as to what really went on in here. We received a call about no one leaving this room for weeks and a smell coming from it. When we first got here, it seemed like it was a burglary gone wrong from the amount of smashed glass and blood. I shuffle around through the drawers for any personal items. I go to the nightstand and open the drawer. I see a small black notebook laying in the center, I grab it and open it to read but a page falls out. I decide to read that first:
By Janae Galbearth6 years ago in Horror
A Book Beyond Black
Evening came and went. Darkness fell. As midnight neared, Jared was waiting. Deep down, he knew he was crossing lines, but being stubborn, and way too intrigued, he committed himself to the deed. He downed a shot of liquid courage and looked towards the house across the street. Why were there never any lights on? Too late to ponder now. He was thankful for it tonight. He strode to the end of the drive, heart pumping in a frenzy, and proceeded to sneak to the edge of the yard. Thankfully, the moon was scarcely visible and bordering bushes obscured him.
By ezurates Angel6 years ago in Horror
Little Black Book
Jessica left her professor’s office filled with dissatisfaction. He hadn’t been much help to her. She came to him looking for answers. Dr. Ziegler was a PhD in ancient culture and civilizations, he might be of use in deciphering the language. No such luck. Ziegler’s only response was “that’s what research is for.” Well, if that was the case, then he probably didn’t know much about the hand-printed hieroglyphs written the book she was holding.
By Yasmine Grant6 years ago in Horror
The Object of Desire
I am... I was 25 years old. I still am, I just don't look it, and I don't feel it. I was hired right out of school, personal assistant to Mr. Brightman. The work was a little drab at first, it was mostly setting up meetings, keeping his schedule, but I suppose I did a good enough job with all of those things to get a... promotion of sorts. Maybe it took some time to build up his trust, not as an individual but as a good worker, because I didn't have very many interactions with the old man. He seemed to have little understanding of money and pay rates, because the new salary he was offering was very generous for the work he proposed. It's something that comes with being ridiculously wealthy, I told myself, and that's what Brightman was.
By John Raworth6 years ago in Horror
