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Gauntlet
It seemed so simple, I thought as I waited. After I got laid off, I needed a quick infusion of money to keep the roof over my head. Unfortunately, the neighborhood was poor; there weren't any job openings. That seemed weird to me since the news had been reporting a lot of unexplained deaths frequently in the area. Surely, that must've opened some jobs, right?
By Adam Wallace6 years ago in Horror
The Soul Notebooks
The Soul Notebooks (Inspired in part by the folk tale, “The Tinder Box,” by Hans Christian Andersen) I’d been driving my big rig all night and was looking for a place to pull over for a morning nap when I spotted a car smashed up against one of the giant saguaro cactuses that dominates this part of the Arizona desert. As I slowed down to get a better look, I saw an old woman in the driver’s seat struggling with her seat belt and grimacing in pain. I parked next to her and got out to see if I could help. She was clutching her arm and moaning while she continued to fiddle with the seat belt latch.
By James Kline6 years ago in Horror
Jack's windfall
Jack Sapphire stared out his window. It had been snowing for the last few hours, and at this time of night, an unusual quiet had enveloped Rochester. He glanced at the clock, and realized it was more appropriate to call it morning. He turned around and went to his desk.
By Pedro Rivera6 years ago in Horror
The Dead of Night
I walked around for a bit trying to find some sort of sign to which way they could have possibly went. There were footprints everywhere in every direction. I sighed and thought to myself, “there has got to be something, somewhere”. Moments later, there was rustling coming from the bushes about eight feet from where I was standing. I quickly tucked myself behind the trunk of a tree. There was that uneasy, familiar feeling of something watching your every move, and it was just on the other side of that tree. I was too scared to peek just in case that might be the last thing I do. "You can do this... he could be looking for you", I whispered to myself as I took a deep breath. I tried building up the courage to see what it was, but my anxiety was way too high. The slow shuffling footsteps got closer, as leaves and twigs crunched underfoot. My heart was in my throat, it was getting hard to swallow. Finally, after a brief moment, I decided that it is either now or never. I grabbed the only thing I could find at the base of the tree and took another deep breath. With a rock in hand, I raised my arm and stepped out from behind the tree trunk. I instantly froze. stunned with what was standing in front of me. It was a lonely deer that was passing by. I slowly lowered my arm, hoping I would not scare it off. It stared at me so intensively and ready to bolt back into the bushes. Maybe it was trying to figure out if I was going to try and eat him like the rest of the 'humans' it came across. Taking one steady step to the side, my foot slipped off a root that was sticking out of the ground. The deer got spooked and took off farther into the woods. With a sigh of relief, I dropped the rock and continued to search the area for any clues on where or better yet, what happened to Damien and the rest of them. About an hour or so later, the heat from the sun was extraordinarily unbearable. I walked as far as I could until I felt a little dizzy from heat exhaustion. I had to stop and rest.
By Melissa Miskie6 years ago in Horror
Little Black Book
John lived a very simple life. Get up, go to work, come home, go to sleep, repeat. He had never had any great plans in life, and struggled to pay the rent most months. Nevertheless, he continued his completely boring routine everyday, without any expectation, and without fail.
By Brian L Ostrander6 years ago in Horror
Little Black Book
A little Black Book. It all started with a dare, three nights ago. A dare to spend the night in the Old Cranborne Manor. It still stood tall yet decrepit after 40 years of abandon. Lady Cranborne was the name all children grew up whispering about, the town ghost story if you will. Though the tale always varied, Timmy said she was like the wench from Hansel and Gretel eating children for dinner. Johnny always claimed she bathed in the blood of the youth. Charlie said she kept children in the basement to serve her needs, cleaning, making her clothes.
By Cheyenne Dragon6 years ago in Horror
Blank Pages
The fat drops of rain pelted the leaves above Dylan’s head as he waited patiently in the shadows of the night. The soft yellow glow beaming from the window danced as the figures inside moved quickly. The father was grabbing his shoes and slipping them on his feet. The mother was dressing their kids in raincoats. Dylan could feel his heart in his throat, and the sweat accumulating on his palms was even noticeable in spite of the rain.He had been watching the family for weeks. Observing their every move from a distance. And still he was having doubts. Could he pull this off? He had to. His sister was counting on it.
By Jeremy Smith6 years ago in Horror
A New Meaning to Drink Myself to Death
“You’re on your way… right?” My friend Finn spoke from the other line, not even bothering with pleasantries. “I’m up and I’ll be out the door in no time at all.” I responded, walking into the small bathroom, in my apartment, stuck right in the middle of nowhere, Maine.
By Nick Teodosio6 years ago in Horror
