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The Games: Part I
Welcome to The Games. Contestants will battle for the chance to win $20,000. Six enter, only one can leave. A series of challenge rounds will eliminate contestants.
By L. M. Williams6 years ago in Horror
The Big C Legacy
Sick. his dad was sick. His dad was sick and there was nothing Kirk could do. His father in the hospital, the big C. All that smoking had finally caught up with him. Lung cancer, stage 4. All anyone could do is bring flowers and watch him die. “Cancer is a spectator sport” he thought to himself, a sick guilty smile on his face. His eyes flitted side to side, checking to see if anyone had caught that atrocious whim of humor. Safe.
By Amelia Lavallee6 years ago in Horror
A New Fear
Horror is a special genre as it allows us to tap into our oldest emotion: fear. It, along with comedy, are the hardest genres to do well, and the easiest to fail at simply because they rely on the subconscious manipulation of the audience.
By Tom McDermott6 years ago in Horror
A Haunting in Torrington, Connecticut
Why are there so many reported hauntings in this tiny state? I once heard a narrator on a paranormal show speculate that it's because there are at least three times more people dead than alive in Connecticut. In my hometown, most everyone has at least one ghost story and some have even made it to the big screen.
By Amy Lovett6 years ago in Horror
WHAT CAME AFTER
CHAPTER 1 October 15th, 2040: I sat my history book down beside me with a sigh and stared off into the distance. Today was unusually hot for October, and for whatever reason, I couldn't seem to keep my mind on my studies. Even moving outside to study on the front porch where I could catch a breeze wasn't helping.
By K.C. Nord6 years ago in Horror
The Little Black Notebook
The Little Black Notebook It never left my side after that. One missed opportunity. I hadn't realized the importance. The first time I opened the little black book, it was blank. There were no words, no lines, no dedications. I found it at a GoodWill. I was always doodling so it was a real find. People often leave notebooks empty, with one or two pages written on. I had found a treasure, a totally empty book for my own doodlings. I guess what you called my writing was journaling; but it might be drawings, or a word. My thoughts were often jumbled. I threw it in my purse for the next random thought and forgot about it.
By Lucy Paul6 years ago in Horror
DreamWalker
"Help Me" whispered a child's voice in my ear. The breath passed through my spine, like a gasp of cold air. I know I am alone in my bed, yet I feel the shifting of a body next to mine. I am full of fear. The covers begin to move off my body like I am being told to get up. "HELP ME" shout the child, but this time it was pain and suffering I heard. The room echoed like a drop in a dark cave. I felt intense pain all over, as I fell to the floor. This one was different, this one I could tell went through the worst. 'Let me in" the child whispered. I was terrified to let this child take hold of my soul. I knew this journey would be gruesome, and even at this point I still have yet to look at her.
By Catherine Victoria6 years ago in Horror
Snow Day
Fred loves snow days, possibly even more than the middle school students to whom he teaches science. At 6 am today, Fred had muttered a request. When his smart speaker confirmed that the schools were closed due to inclement weather, he fell back asleep without ever lifting an eyelid.
By Tim Pierpont6 years ago in Horror
King's Little Black Book
The task was seemingly simple. Keep Curtis King happy, fed, bathed, and healthy all while maintaining the cleanliness of the five bedroom victorian home that he lived in. Clarabelle had stumbled upon the job posting, almost by fate, while scrolling their her small city's internet forum.
By Aubrey6 years ago in Horror
Secrets in the dark
The smell of mildew and old books hung in the air like smoke, the intermittent drip of water seeping through the shingles kept the young girls ears perked and attentive. The little hairs on the back of her neck stood straight on end, as if trying to reach her auburn ponytail. With every crack of lighting she froze, she hated her grandfather’s house, it always seemed eerie.
By Eryc Fawx6 years ago in Horror
The List
It was raining in Portland. I could have started this story with “the day ended in Y” or “they’re making another superhero movie”. Anything that was kind of crappy but constant. Of course, it was raining in Portland. But it’s important, really. That’s how the book found me.
By Giselle Roman6 years ago in Horror
Book Review: "The House of a Hundred Whispers" by Graham Masterton
You have probably heard of the haunted house stories - we have got everything from the book that scared yours truly as a child, "The Turn of the Screw" by Henry James all the way to the subversively chilling "The Haunting of Hill House" by Shirley Jackson. We have all read the stories of children being gone in the night with a kidnapper somewhere far away. But then you take the crux of these two stories and you combine them to get Graham Masterton's "The House of a Hundred Whispers". A chilling and eerie masterpiece filled with descriptions of old, creaking staircases that throw you back into classic horror until you realise that the child that has gone missing never left the house. He went missing inside the house.
By Annie Kapur6 years ago in Horror