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Maya
I was ready to get away from all the incessant chatter of everybody loading onto the train. Say your goodbyes and be done with it, other people have places to be and would enjoy some peace and quiet. I quickly hop onto the train and push my way through all the people cluttering up the front. Finally, I make it past the main car and into the one that houses the private rooms. It is a lot quieter here since most have already gone into their rooms.
By Emili Blackwell6 years ago in Horror
The Heir of Anpu
The book was black and smooth to the touch. Silver letters contrasted on the material as if to suggest it contains the mysteries of a dark cloudless night. Staring across the desk at the caramel skinned man with piercing green eyes she steadied her breath. His fingertips were poised together creating an arch of impatience as he leaned confidently back in his chair. Looking her up and down he sighed as his delicate neck shifted while his head cocked to the side to get a better view of her.
By Stephanie Keesee6 years ago in Horror
9 Superstitions and Their History
Everyone knows and/or believes in superstitions, but do you know where they came from? If you don’t, no worries. Not a lot of people do. Hell, I didn’t either until I started doing research for my podcast. (All Things Creepy wherever you listen to podcasts, if you’re interested.) So here are some well-known and not-so-well-known superstitions and their history.
By Micah James6 years ago in Horror
Experimented Girl
Chapter 1 My story begins when I first got adopted out to a couple that was known scientists in the community, but no one would go to think that they would experiment on their adopted daughter just so they could find a way of her getting whatever powers they were able to give her. Very few creatures are known in the world I live in, there are werewolves, vampire and shapeshifters. Living in a household of 12 kids including me who got the worst part of the house as a room to stay in and getting experimented on. (Yes, only I am getting experimented on as far as I know of) Trying to keep whatever mental state I have is important. I lay back on my bed and sigh. “Maybe today will be better,” Who was I kidding. Being 17 and no one really talking to you at all sucks.
By MagicalSoul6 years ago in Horror
The Devils Within
It was late at night and I didn’t know where I was. In the pitch black darkness, I could only distinguish a doorknob. I was in probably in a room, but whose ? As far as I remember, my friends and I went to a club and started drinking. Rum, whisky and other hard liquors were being poured in my glass and all I could hear was : “One more shot”. It is hard to tell if I didn't want to deceive my friends or if I was a natural heavy drinker but in the end, it didn't matter. Shots after shots, one bottle after another, I could feel myself getting dizzy over the excitement of my friends. There were something in their eyes that kept me going; the thrill of the situation. I knew it was bad but I was enjoying it. My vision was blurred and I could hear the music playing from a distance; was I already drunk ? I don't know what I was but if I were to it again, I would without any second thoughts.
By Sasha Rosenthal6 years ago in Horror
Short Nightmares
I dropped my phone under my bed last week and haven’t been able to convince the monster to give it back. He loves sugar, so tonight is the night. Halloween. It brings me some comfort being able to relate to its sugar addiction; Makes it feel a bit more human. Typically I would just give it something from the cupboard but mom’s been on this new health kick recently... needless to say, the monster has been unhappy ever since.
By Michael Crone6 years ago in Horror
Drunk Possession
The rain had stopped and the black, paved road had a reflective sheen that showed off the lights from the street lamps. Water dripped from trees making a staccato plopping sound as it hit the pavement while tree frogs sang their summer song. The area was completely deserted at this time of the morning, save for one lone man who staggered down the sidewalk, swaying here and there as he made his way to a destination he was unsure of. His surroundings looked vaguely familiar to him and he squinted, as if that lone action would make everything come into focus and he would know where he was.
By Robin Trent6 years ago in Horror
Pages of Geechee Descent
I peeled the rat-eaten sheets from my clammy skin and tried my best to avoid the bed creaking as I got up, but that was pointless. Everything creaked in this busted-down house, from the rotten floorboards to the walls when the wind blew. I didn’t want to wake my husband, Earl, and I damn sure didn’t want to wake the three little ones we shared our bed with.
By Valarie Thomas6 years ago in Horror
Pen-pals
The old wooden door opened with the scraping and creaking that comes with age, from the warping effect of many rainy days followed by warm ones. Its maroon paints flaked and a few pieces fell off as one of the things entered. In one corner of their little room they sat. They knew what it meant if a thing came in: they wanted something. Commotion began in all of the other rooms too, the bleating chatter of a group working out what is going on, or what may be coming. Its footsteps sounded wet, which fitted with the drumming of the rain on the roof, and the small stream being allowed in by the crack in the corrugated panels. Where it fell it made a small path on the soft floor.
By Jamie Allen6 years ago in Horror
