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Librong Itim (Black Book)
I hear loud whispers in the closet. Not again, the childhood fears of a monster hidden in the dark making an irrational comeback. Would the revelation of the supernatural really scare me? I decide what I could never do as a kid: get the first foot down on the dark floor. I feel a sense of pride mixed with utter fear as the next foot meets the cold darkness. I stand up and there’s a part of me that thinks this might be my end. The shadow of a hand will reach from under the bed and I’ll be gone. Gone where? I don’t know. But I’ll be gone.
By Natasha Garrido Rains6 years ago in Horror
Upon the Writhing Lake
(transcript issued September 2006, excerpt from the pages reclaimed in St. Evelyn's manor) The cove which lay beyond my own abode was a peculiar place in its own right; one shrouded in a tryst between the rumination of townsfolk and the tales of salty mariners, those whom remained cognitive enough to tell them. Regardless, the place had been deserted for some years now and in lieu of any proper occupation I took it upon myself to purchase the land. The man who sold it to me was a peculiar chap to say the least; eyes like dark pearls and a mouth like a gash; unsmiling, unmoving, lest a trickle of gore fall from those lips. His hat was polished to perfection, mustache a charcoal smear on his lip, and throughout the entire affair he never once seemed to take his gaze from my face. He said nought as I signed the deed, though upon reflection, I admit to a change in the air. A shimmer, as though something beyond time and space had nudged itself and thus affected the thread of all reality. Needless to say I am a businessman by trade, and as a fellow lacking in the more… scrupulous of religious virtues, I was disinclined to acknowledge such a shift as anything more than the wind. The encounter ended as it began. He was silent as he exited my quarters, stealing not so much as a backwards glance.
By boshmi6 years ago in Horror
A Devil
December 13th, 2020 The floor creaked beneath the dusty beige carpet as the old man walked slowly between his tables laden with books. An old leather satchel hanging heavily from his tired shoulders bumping the stacks of books and knocking some onto the floor. He wouldn't be bothered by them. Couldn't be bothered. Gently feeling each table with his wrinkled hand, he made his way across the store. Martin had opened his bookshop to astonishing success when he was only 19 years old becoming the first incredibly wealthy member in his family. His love for reading stretched back as far as he could remember and unlike the rest of his family, he saw no reason to attend school. After all, he could learn anything and everything from his books. His book. As he made his way from one side of the small shop to the other he began to feel out of breath. He reached for the old oak chair that had sat in front of the shop window for 19 years. Groaning from the ache in his back Martin sat down and took a slow breath in through his nose. The smell of dust and parchment mixing with leather and aged wood brought him a brief moment of comfort. Sitting alone in the silence, tears began to stream down his face as he spoke aloud to himself "Oh Anna...what have I done? I wish you were here. I'm so sorry." and he reached down, unclasping the satchel now resting in his lap. Reaching in, his hands felt the cold leather of his journal. It used to bring an exhilarating moment of inspiration. Now he felt only disgust and shame when he picked it up. It took almost all his strength to lift the small black book from its hiding place and place it on the wooden table next to him.
By Jon Jones6 years ago in Horror
Dream Dolls
The bell rang quietly as she stepped through the door. Even though she really had no time at all, something pulled her to this store. Granted, it had been a while since she played with a doll, but the ones in this store were just so irresistible. Surely a few minutes spent here wouldn't be held against her at the office? She had just conducted one of the most important luncheons of her career, sealing the deal, and brought in the biggest client her firm had seen in three decades. So what if she was late back... She deserved this break.
By Skye Tandy6 years ago in Horror
A Candle in a Dark Room
They’re always there, stalking, yet they’re never suspected of anything. I should know, I was one. I don’t know how I came to be. That’s not entirely true, but I suppose being evasive sounds far better than admitting that you were a mistake. I should clarify that I am nothing more than an observer; my bias is as phantasmal as my existence. This is not my story to tell, yet it is mine, all the same.
By Ismael Ferro6 years ago in Horror
Eggs
After completing seven food deliveries, I went home. I entered my apartment and every time felt a sense of emptiness. Not because I was lonely but because my jerk of a roommate took his furniture and moved back in with his parents. After an hour my phone started ringing, “Hey Oliver, how’s it going?”
By Ruben Ramos6 years ago in Horror
Instructions
Trevor chewed at his nails as the outside world started to take its form again. Stillness, as the whirring around him came to a halt. Voices began to echo through the carriage. Small talk, mostly.
By P. Rose6 years ago in Horror
The Little Boy and The Little Creature
It was dawn, and the first beams of sunlight began to glimmer over the rolling hills and flow through the curtains of the Little Boy's bedroom when he first began to stir. The sunlight kissed his rosy cheeks good morning and brought a delicate warm feeling to his heart. The Little Boy smiled to himself, rolled over to face away from the increasing brightness of the sun, and tried to regain some of that early morning comfort that came from being snuggled up in his bed. He quickly shifted back to face the sun and lightly blinked his eyes; his delicate eyelids fluttered softly in the early morning light, and he watched the sun rise higher into the sky. He wished he could stay in bed longer. Despite his desire to remain in bed, the sun was still exceptionally low when he left his bedroom to walk through the fields.
By Guillermo Jatzek6 years ago in Horror
Hayden Manor
Sir Adam Hayden sat comfortably in his chair, with a nice cup of tea in hand. The sun was right above the head, shining brightly, a rare occurrence in the damp english weather.
By Syed Arabi Khalique6 years ago in Horror
Somebody is Always Watching
Somebody’s Always Watching “Ok, so what do we do with it?” Ah. So, that was our one million dollar question. Or, such was the case right now, the $20,000 question.
By Lindsay Dewolfe6 years ago in Horror
The Contest
I should have never entered that contest. I should have walked past the entry table and pretended never to have seen it. It ruined my life. I have lost everything. The love of my life. My family. My best friend........everything that mattered. All because of a random wish in a random contest at my local bank.
By Leslie Moore6 years ago in Horror
The River Where I Sleep
Alongside a flowing river, a poster blows into the water. It is Maddy Murch, age 9. She has long brown hair and a smile that still shines through the faded, dingy and torn paper. The word MISSING printed above her head is barely legible. Several locals claimed to have seen her throughout the years, but unfortunately, it wasn’t her body they saw, it was her soul.
By Patricia Mc Manus6 years ago in Horror