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Forever and Always
She was right. The dogs led her right to the cache! Claire had an instinct about things like this, but these darn multi-level Geocaches by 'AerialElvinMagick' were off the charts in difficulty. Claire's two dogs, however, located the human scents, and led her directly to the cache. Some people must have been right on top of it, but got discouraged before locating this hidden gem. The Geocache chat pages read like a Rotten Tomatoes rating, on a B movie, starring Arnold Schwarzenegger.
By Karla Mohtashemi6 years ago in Horror
I Can't Get Over Midsommar
Countless times I've thought about writing a review for Midsommar since I first watched it, and countless times I talked myself out of it because . . . well, because either I had the thought at an inconvenient time or I figured I would be way too late to the party.
By Delise Fantome6 years ago in Horror
The woman and the book
Eric was out with his Friends partying one night as he had just gotten his dream job, working in the NYPD. His mate Jackson was hitting on lady’s like always “bro are you always gonna hit on girls” Eric asked “bro are you ever going to hit on a girl” Jackson asked they both laughed then Jackson’s phone started to ring “I’ll be back it’s your sister” he said as he walked away Eric yelled out “why is my sister calling you?” He was getting a drink when he saw her long legs black heels a red dress that showed her curves long chocolate brown hair down to her narrow hips her boobs were outlined by dress green eyes that lit up by the lights a smile that could stop time it was like she was the only one there.
By Krystal Hilda6 years ago in Horror
Fibrous Entangler
Matthew tried not to let his teeth chatter as he pulled out the little black ledger book again. His numb fingers slid the elastic band aside, slipping it open to the page bookmarked by a frayed ribbon. It was still there—the cheque that would change everything. Breath fogging before him, Matthew tried to imagine what he would do with $20,000.
By Kelsey Reich6 years ago in Horror
Running Toward Healing
A silhouette floated through Elise’s bedroom door, stopped above her bed, and hovered there. One of the silhouette’s hands pressed a knife against her chest. The blade’s tip tickled that perfect place – just to the left of the sternum and in between the fourth and fifth ribs. From here, the blade could ease itself – like a warm knife through butter – straight through her heart.
By Mark Bolanowski6 years ago in Horror
Anonymous Diary
It had almost been a month of living in the place I had recently bought. Compared to the place I was living, it was way smaller. It was cozy whatsoever, and it didn't make me feel homesick. Especially, after moving 1,000 miles away from the place I used to call home. Everything was perfect, except the smell. The smell that could be only smelled in the hallway. Living in the brand new place, seemed to start turning into a nightmare. All because of the smell and where it came from, it wasn't from a body, however that was my first thought. It was from a small, black, notebook, that without releasing it, everything would change.
By Fernanda Mota6 years ago in Horror
Curiosity killed the Cat
Bye Jo, I’m going to miss you I whispered. Too scared to say it loudly in case he heard me! I turned and waved, licking my lips imagining what it would be like to run to him and kiss him just like Whitney did in The Bodyguard. “Oi, you going to stand there staring into space all day? Some of us have a plane to catch” said an old lady who looked like a cross between Mrs Shrek and Nanny McPhee. She was about 5ft tall with a slight hump on her back, skin that looked like a shammy leather, arms like popeye with a red angry boil on her nose. She was carrying two worn out leather bags, one in each hand as she barged past me to passport control.
By Rachael Cumberbatch 6 years ago in Horror
Into The Woods
My arms are weak. I'm in excruciating pain. I lift my hands off my lap to my face and touch something warm running down my left temple into my hair, dripping into my ear. The pain in my arms is more than I can bear, and I drop them back onto my lap. I've done my best to prop myself up on the armrest of the truck door. As I glance down at my fingers, the viscous fluid spreads across my skin, swollen and numb from the zip tie, making it difficult to escape. My sparkling white-gold wedding ring is no longer bright with life, but dull and red. My thumb rolls into the crimson blood, leaving a stain. The blood is mine.
By C.A. Conklin6 years ago in Horror
