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Would You Read My Book?
"You can't leave yet!" Cora shouted over the music. "It's only 11!" "I gotta study!" shouted Noel, tipping back the last of her Jack and coke. "Lame!" Cora rolled her eyes and hugged her friend goodbye. "I'll see you tomorrow." said Noel. She slipped on her jacket and made her way towards the exit.
By Sara Wilson6 years ago in Horror
Beware of the Black Book
As I sit at my desk trying to finish the last chapter of my novel," Coded Riddles," I eventually throw my hands up into the air, dropping my pencil just before I turn off my desk light to call it a night. After turning off my light, I stand up and walk over to my bed then sit down on the edge of the mattress. While sitting there, staring out my window in front of me, begin wishing; that I had a way to fix all of my problems, but realize there is no chance of that ever happening. I reach out in front of me to close my curtains, then turn around to stretch out on my bed, letting sleep take me.
By Amanda Nielsen6 years ago in Horror
Rising Water
Wake up. This was the first thought in my head. It’s not exactly the sort of thing one thinks upon first waking and the strangeness lured me out of unconsciousness, pulling me from the depths of oblivion up toward the surface. It was bright up there though, and I didn’t want to go. The first thing I saw was a concrete wall awash in dim, bluish fluorescence. There was a deep rumbling sound under my head, and a draft.
By Elizabeth 6 years ago in Horror
The little black book.
It was Nancy's birthday. She was so excited, she couldn't wait for everyone to wake up. Her parents had just won the lottery, and she knew she would get exactly what she wanted, as they had more than enough money. She wanted à new phone, which costed about five hundred dollars. She waited, and waited, and waited. Nobody came to her room, when she left her room, nobody surprised her or said happy birthday. “Where is everyone..” she thought. She decided to go to her sisters room. “Tori!” she called from outside of the room. There was no answer. “Tori is always up early”, she thought. She cautiously stepped into tori's room. “Tori” she called, a little bit louder this time. Still no response. She looked around, but there was no tori. She decided that she must be hiding. “Jackson? Chase?” no response. “The twins must just be playing tricks on me” she decided. She slowly tiptoed down the hall to her parents room. (mom? Dad?) she asked quietly. “They must not have heard me..” she said to herself. (hello? Mom? dad?) she asked. No answer. She was starting to get worried. “Come one guys, cut it out! This isn't funny anymore! Where is everyone?!” she was almost screaming now. She barged into her parents room in search of them. Nobody. “Stop it! Where are you all!” she is crying now. She ran down the stairs and froze. There were two men she had never seen in her life. They were wearing all black and ski masks. She tried to move but couldn't. The men were holding her mothers most expensive vase, the money her parents just won, and her parents wedding rings. “Stop!” she yelled. They dropped everything, dropping the money in the process. They glanced at her for a moment before making the decision that she was no threat, and tossed her five dollars. She was angry, but they didn't seem to care. They continued to look for the most expensive things, and pushed Nancy into the basement, and then locked it. Nancy was scared, and started looking for anything of use. She found an old rusted crowbar and tried to pry the door open. She railed, and broke the old crowbar in the process. She started banging on the door, but it was no use. She wandered around the basement, tripping on thick cobwebs. She was very angry, and wishing that they didn't win the lottery. Everyone in the small town knew within two days, as there was only 100-150 people in the town. “20,000 is a lot in this small town” she said to nobody in particular. “If we never got that stupid money this wouldnt have happened!” she shouted. glancing around timidly and trying to think of something to help, she found nothing of use. she decided to occupy herself until help came. The neighbors would surely see two men leaving the house with all of their belongings. She searched for anything to do, and came across a little black book. “Hmm. I’ve never seen this before!” she thought. She started reading the little black book. She read the book for hours. It seemed so small at first glance, but it seemed to never end. Every chapter started with the name of a person. She got to the twenty first chapter, and saw something interesting. “This is the last owner of this house's name!” she thought aloud. She read the chapter, and it was all about her life. Birth to death. The odd thing was-- none of the chapters had any cause of death. At the end of each chapter all it said was ‘they went missing, never to me seen again’, or “they disappeared out of nowhere. They told nobody where they went, not even loved ones”. This was strange. She got to the twenty second chapter and her face went pale. “This is my families name.. ‘The mcarthurs’..” she was so scared about this, but also very intrigued. She did want to know where her family was, so she continued reading. It talked about each and every one of her family members that lived in this house. This chapter was different though. It didn't say that everyone went missing, it said there was only one left, and everyone else disappeared. She was shocked, but since this chapter was slightly different, she decided “it must tell me where they are.” She read for about ten miniutes, but it ended with her reading this chapter. She started to realize this wasnt a joke, as nobody could write in the book while she was reading it. She looked around the room, terrified. She ripped up the book so it could scare her no longer. After that, everything went black..
By Rhiannon6 years ago in Horror
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“Hey babe, look at this!” My husband called out. I turned to see him wiggling a loose stone out of the wall. “Wow, What’s that?”
By Patience Godwin6 years ago in Horror
Germaine Street - Chapter One
It started as a smell. No, that’s too concrete a description, it started as a scent. Not quite perceptible but enough to set Kitty Rirsen’s concentration off track. She had been in the middle of prepping the whitetail chili when she began to, well, “notice” was perhaps putting it too strongly but something felt..off. The fine hairs that had run down her spine the last few days bristled unbidden, Kitty was glad that it wasn’t closer to the core days.
By Nick Rowley6 years ago in Horror
Alix and the Haunted Clothes Dryer
Alix slowly dropped the last quarter into the slot and...nothing happened. She looked around nervously, a bit sheepishly, which was out of character for her, and giggled to herself. Turning back to the machine, she selected “low heat” and started the dryer. Haha, haunted clothes dryer. How stupid! she thought to herself, snorting, and returned to her shiny plastic chair by the window to dive back into the steamy existential romance novel she brought with her to pass the time.
By Nadine Duke6 years ago in Horror
The Spell Of Wealth!
“HAZEL!! HAZEL!! WAKE UP! THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE!” The screams from my mother echoed in my ear. I opened my eyes to see nothing but a thick grey smoke. Scared and confused, I felt her pulling me from my bed. We ran as fast as we could to flee from the burning house.
By Stephanie Downard6 years ago in Horror
Covid-20
“This is an emergency broadcast. We urge the public to stay indoors. Only leave your shelter if you feel it has been compromised.” The voice hissed through the static of my portable radio.
By Louis Rayner6 years ago in Horror
The Little Book That Dreams Wrote.
It’s 6:04 Monday Morning. Burts bloodshot eyes open to his bland room; white walls fading in colour, an old work desk and a cheap table-top fan buzzing away on his bedside table. It blows his window blinds back and forth with the steady breeze entering from the bustling uncaring city outside, water droplets create a metronome as they slowly fill a bucket in the centre of his bedroom from the ceiling leakage.
By Kyle Gannon6 years ago in Horror
Dancing With The Devil
He sat in his house with a grim look on his face. The time had come - he had been training for this night, and he was ready to face his strongest enemy, the one that had plagued him for many years, and the one he was very ready to be rid of.
By Gabriel Mohr6 years ago in Horror
The Little Black Book
To the sole beneficiary, I was more than a little insulted when I saw the back of you that day. I suppose you find it surprising to find yourself addressed on the first page of this little black book, but there you are. It’s been ten years by my count, but I know it will be many more before you read this. It comes to you as my price for the fortune you are to inherit from me. When you have read it, everything I had will be yours. The house. The fortune. The lands. The secrets.
By Frank W Law6 years ago in Horror