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Nictate
Vera was an average girl visiting a bar after attending her favorite art gallery in a densely populated part of Minneapolis. She had chose a seat by the bar with a view out the window so she could watch cars pass by. A tall bald gentleman named Jeremy took the seat next to her and hailed the bartender. “Bacardi 151, for me and the lady” he requested. He turned to Vera and said “Please, don’t run” as he sat a briefcase on the table in front of her. This took Vera a minute to process, as she considered why she might have a reason to run from this scenario.“My name is Jeremy. I was recently rewarded for a job I performed where I was to assassinate a target in this city. The nature of my job was particularly unusual, because the man who hired me introduced himself as a member of the Order of the Dervishes, and the task was to assassinate a man renown as a racist and murderer, and was referred to as an acolyte of purgatory”. “The acolytes” Jeremy explained, “were equal in number to the amount of dervishes in the order and each one had a reputation as a racist, killer, rapist, or otherwise a detriment to society. Them and the dervishes were separated by laws of nature, but the dervishes knew about the existence of the acolytes until they started dying by natural causes”. Vera nodded slowly, looking at the closed briefcase on the table. “The Order of the Dervishes” Jeremy continued “were also separated by the laws of nature, but they communicated through their reflections by communing around purgatory, which was observed as a dimension of purple static reflected in their eyes”. Jeremy opened the briefcase revealing six bands of 20 dollar bills, totalling 20,000 dollars each. “This was my reward” he explained. “Each band of bills is represented by a different colored serial number consisting of 11 numbers, each number one, two, three, four, five, or six. When the money is stacked on top of each other, the 6th number of the serial code turns into a six, and the head on the bill has a telepathic pull connecting it to the other bills with this unique serial color index. If the bills are separated, the number 6 indicates which direction the other bills are until the 6 is aligned in the center of the serial number. So if the 6 is on the far right left of the serial number, the bill has to be turned sharply right in order to center the six and lead the bills to each other. When an acolyte of purgatory acquires of these bills, the rest of the bills eyes turn black and transparent, and when looked through, a red orb can be observed, indicating the direction of the acolyte possessing the money.” “The catch is the dervishes are the only ones who know how to utilize the serial numbers to track the rest of the bills”. Vera acknowledged this and asked “What does the money have to do with me?” and Jeremy replied “My task after I was paid by the dervish was to find and protect a breed of women called the Oni, who are targeted by the dervishes in purgatory in order to avoid the attention of the acolytes. I want you to take the money, and this little black book and associate each band of 20 dollar bills with a talent. Leave this talent and the stack of money at locations of your discretion and document the coordinates in this black book. Hide the talent for the innocent to acquire in the real world”. Jeremy took his drink and walked to the elevator, taking it to the roof. He poured his drink out onto the sidewalk below, and stepped off the roof of the building, following the liquid to the impact below. He landed in front of the window Vera was at and she started to panic. She clutched the briefcase of money and and the book and left the bar, working up to a run as she made her way home.
By tazrick nall6 years ago in Horror
MR. FITSPATRICK
Work as a psychiatrist didn't suddenly hault just because some sudden adventure arose. Life didn't work like the pages of some fictitious tale of sudden wonder, where the protagonist throws all caution to the wind when a mysterious journey came along. And so Dr. Vinnit didn't abandon all psychiatric duties upon leaving the Warden's office. He did not throw caution to the wind and sprint for St. Gabriel's on the corner of Bronst Ave and Auven Blvd.
By Devin Thorpe6 years ago in Horror
Book of Fortune
The day had started as many others had before. I woke up, logged into my computer, and started to immerse myself in a fantasy world, my only escape from the harsh realities that my life seemed to be filled with. I took to the web, opening an online game, my only contact with others... I was a bit of a shut in, which was made obvious by my dingy apartment and my dwindling supply of food.
By Payton Adams6 years ago in Horror
This Night...
The rain beats the windows almost to the point of breaking it. The lighting flashed bright outside and the crackling thunder followed. A mouse-like girl sat at the dark oak table that seems to go on forever.The house was desolate of joy and laughter;only the cloud of melancholy filled the house. A booming bark breaks the silence and the girl's countenance illuminates and she gently pats her loving pet. The dog's tail wagged side to side almost as if it is following the rhythm of a song. The girl found comfort with her dog to substitute her parents who were absent most of the day due to working long hours to pay the bills.It was a usual night for the girl but this night will not be like her monotonous days she always experiences.
By Courtney Jones6 years ago in Horror
Richard Penny
Palm Beach can be warm in February, but it wasn’t today. Overcast and cold droplets brought a chilly morning South Florida. Low 50’s never looked good on palm trees. Priscilla, my friend, often insisted on brunch at Le Bilboquet, ordering eggs benedict with a side of country ham. The drive from West Palm, to me, never seemed worth the drive. The weather was never nice when I had time for the beach, and I could never afford more than a bagel and OJ anyway. Even after parking, the rain continued following me down Hibiscus Ave to Worth. I decided to travel light that miserable, gloomy morning with only my phone, wallet, and keys stuffed in my old jacket.
By C.J. Goodin6 years ago in Horror
Not Entirely Gone
I feel tears dripping down my cheeks as Beau walks away. I feel the agony of every heartbreak I’ve ever had, all of them crowding around me at once. Beau was the one… I’d been sure the moment he first took my hand in his. He’d been so sure of himself, yet resistant. He’d told me the moment we met that he wouldn’t be able to stay long, that someday he’d have to go… he’d have to leave me. I should’ve listened to him, but I didn’t. I wanted to believe what we had would be enough for him to stay.
By Mycheille Norvell6 years ago in Horror
The Witnesses
As night lay its dark shadow across the land, giving rise to a moon bright and full, the sleepy city of Applewood remained unaware of the meteoroid that hurtled towards the Earth from deep space. As it pushed through the friction of space, its outer core glowed hot with blistering speeds close to sixty thousand miles per hour. Millions of light-years ago, this tiny remnant of a planet was almost the size of Earth, traveling perpetually through the universe with an incontestable destination. Undaunted by its objective, it smashed through galaxies, obliterating all in its path. It had one purpose, one autotelic state, which was about to be realized. The inner core, no bigger than a bowling ball, was all that remained of the great planet as it hurled light-years through infinite space, smashing through the asteroid belt. If it hit solid ground, the impact crater would be huge, but not dreadfully so. As it cooled in dark flight, the last five miles to impact, its core makeup would prevent it from shattering, as is common with meteors that make it through Earth’s atmosphere. Made of matter never seen before by man, its properties were formed during the birth of the solar system itself, predetermined by those who came first. Packed inside its core, the dissolution of Earth.
By Riss Ryker6 years ago in Horror
Mirror
For one hideous moment, she thought it was a gift. The mirror stood at least six feet high and had been lent against her front door, its width wide enough that her front porch felt dwarfed in comparison. It was, she supposed, a work of art – if one had questionable taste that leaned towards wooden representations of goblins cavorting throughout the heavyset oak frame. She paused, keys in hand, and realised after a moment of unmitigated horror that it was more than likely just another of Sienna’s antiques, brought home from work – for whatever ungodly reason – and currently awaiting transportation to – hopefully – somewhere far, far away. Lord knew the house was already filled with enough accumulated debris from her housemate’s chosen vocation of antiquities dealer that one more would most likely go unnoticed. But there was something unsettling about the mirror, something that didn’t sit right with her. Perhaps it was the face of the women who’d been Peer Gynt-ed into the below, the look of abject terror. Perhaps it was the leering faces of the goblins and imps as they clutched, and dragged, and pulled… whatever the reason was, Keira knew she didn’t want it in her house for any longer than it had to be.
By Emily McRae6 years ago in Horror
What Lies Beneath
It was a cold, dark night. The witching hour had just begun. Streets were quiet and still. Barely any movement seen or heard. There was a full moon tonight. Shining bright and fearless amidst a sky so black its darkness was like a magnificent satin cloak blanketing the night. What stars could be seen sparkled defiantly against the darkness. Their light, a mere shadow of things to come.
By Tarin Glenn-b6 years ago in Horror
