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The Expense
It all started one fateful day, with Veronica and Jacob, a young career couple living in the suburbs of Los Angeles. Veronica was an aspiring actress, who is just getting her foot in the door; she had done some modeling here and there, had been in a couple of commercials, but had moved out to California with her husband from Chicago in search of true fame. She had always been one for the limelight and loved the attention and approval of others. With her natural brunette hair, fair complexion, and smoky hazel eyes she was a natural beauty. Jacob was a salesman, and his company had been brought out. However, after moving to California with his wife, he was able to land a stable position at a firm; The pay was not spectacular, but it kept food on the table. Having grown up in the inner city, he experienced life has many young men had. Growing up with no father, and only a single mother, he knew firsthand about struggling. This time he determined to make something of himself and decided with his wife to go ahead and take this adventure. After they moved to L.A., they wound up getting A decent sized apartment, which was the result of careful planning and conscious saving. After adjusting for six months, they become acclimated to the routine of daily living. Veronica would get odd jobs for commercials, modeling gigs, and Jacob would bury himself in his work daily.
By Allen Wilfong6 years ago in Horror
A Curious Tome
It was an ordinary Autumn evening, some scattered low cloud on the western horizon blotchy with the classic hues of sunset. Josie was walking down the same narrow alleyway between two non-descript factories on the south side of town towards the nearest bus stop after a long day answering calls from frustrated customers and vague silver-tongued suppliers at work. It was an alleyway usually only populated with a handful of skulking vermin and half moulding cardboard boxes, however today there was another occupant on the shortcut. A little black book, about the size of a travel diary, sat askew on top of a soot-blackened air-conditioning unit. Josie wouldn’t have noticed it had she not been half-admiring the magnificent horizon and half-dozing in the comfortable haze of monotony, drifted slightly to the left without realising, and brushed the book down to the ground. As she reached down and picked the book up and had begun to visually process the object that she had disturbed, an unsettling feeling began to come over her. Much like déjà vu, the intensely familiar yet absolutely foreign sense of strangeness gripped her for almost half a minute, leaving her motionless except the gradual drooping of her lower jaw. At that moment, a crow at the end of the passage let loose an abrupt caw and took to the skies from the gutter it had been perched. This momentary distraction was enough to free Josie from the clutches of the sensory paralysis she had fallen victim to, and it was not a feeling that returned once the focus was back on the book. Turning it around revealed no clue of its purpose or origin, and Josie realised there was no way they could return it anywhere today without missing the bus home. She’d be back in the area tomorrow for work anyway, and thought there would be no harm having an early morning to complete this newfound errand. The little black book was tucked into the front pocket of Josie’s blue laptop bag, and they were off. Whether out of a genuine dulling of curiosity, a subconscious fear of that visceral, incapacitating feeling returning, or a mixture of both; the book stayed hidden away for the entire ride home.
By Ryan Smithers6 years ago in Horror
Wiley House
Two walls were shelves, full of books. A giant fireplace enunciated the third wall, a plush purple-ish chair covered in dust facing the ashes. An enormous window on the last wall stood guard over a desk, bathing it in blue moonlight. A single, small book sat in the center of the otherwise empty desk, a thick layer of dust blanketing the cover. I sat in the creaky wooden chair in front of the desk and took a breath to blow on the book. Coughing through the flying dust, I opened the black leather cover. A small slip of paper fell out, a warning scrawled in fading ink:
By Davia Buchacher6 years ago in Horror
I Libri Dei Desideri
“I want forgiveness. I want my husband back.” Although I was certain no one would ever read these words, I wrote them in my finest hand, big, cursive, rolling letters. I then closed the book. I sat there waiting, thinking of what brought me to this place.
By William Giovinazzo6 years ago in Horror
The Book of Baal
On a Friday night one could make a safe assumption that the university library would be empty by 11:45. Kenna would rather be out at the bar with her friends than stuck at work behind a checkout desk, but on the bright side it gave her an excuse to get her homework done. She had finished her homework for Journalism-448: Information Ethics nearly half an hour ago and was now aimless scrolling through Facebook on a library computer.
By Kavid Dorvesky6 years ago in Horror
The Editor
You wake up to find a mysterious black notebook on your nightstand. The moment you touch it you hear the voice of the narrator. This voice, saying exactly what this voice is saying right now. The narrator says that it is the narrator and that you are the author of the world of your experience and the great editor of existence. That you now have power over life and death. Simply inscribe a name in this little black book and that person will die within 24 hours. Once the name is written you cannot remove it. It will erase on its own the moment the person is no more.
By M. M. Sang 6 years ago in Horror
The Right Horror Movie For You.. Top Story - February 2021.
Horror can seem like a pretty daunting genre to try and get into, especially if you're easily spooked or squeamish. Like many other genres, it can seem pretty one note from the outside with each individual film difficult to put apart from the next but this actually isn't the case.
By Paul Heder6 years ago in Horror
