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Deadfall
Headlights shone across the sand towards the crashing surf. A dark mound on the beach sent long shadows down to the waters edge. North Bay Police Chief Sean Korde’s eyes focused on the thing on the wet sand. Pale flesh, dark, tangled hair. His breathing grew ragged. His gut twisted. It felt like he was stumbling into his worst reoccurring nightmare. One more step and he would see her face, the fogged staring eyes, the lips gone pale blue. He wanted to turn away screaming. He wanted to lift her into his arms. His heart. His Maria. He took the last step, and felt his breath restart in a loud surge.
By Rick A. Coila6 years ago in Horror
Eating my experiences (22)
TOME 23 I spent several hours feeling sorry for myself as I unraveled beside Alex before I looked for myself at the bottom of a wine bottle, propped up against the wall, filling myself to the brim with the nauseating fluid. Lilly found me puffy eyes and all with a compassionate hug, melting the small level of defense built against my emotions. I melded with her small body, reveling the song she softly sang to me before she pulled away with sadness in her eyes to study my face.
By L.D. Malachite 6 years ago in Horror
Loretta
Part One: Frances Loretta Falling Tick. Tick. Tick. The rats scraped the glass enclosure methodically. Where did they think they could go? I often ask myself the same question. Always sitting here in my room, you would think I was in some sort of a delinquent's prison. I certainly am not. In fact, I choose this existence of sitting here listening to the white, static sound of my rodent friends planning their escape. Tick. Tick. Tick.
By Dena Danzig6 years ago in Horror
The Vengeful Spirit
I stared in horror as the beautiful woman with skin as white as freshly fallen snow before me began to shift and change, her appearance becoming more grotesque with each passing moment. Her long, graceful fingers had become elongated and her nails had become knives. Her long, black, sleek hair unfolded itself from the ornamental hair stick made of ivory that held it in a tight bun and started going in every direction as if she were immersed in water. Even her traditional silk hanbok started to rip and decay as she stood there trembling in hatred and anger. She stabbed my chest with her fingers, pulling me in closer to look straight into the endless void of her eyes. Smiling with satisfaction, she stabbed me in the forehead with her other hand. I expected things to go dark, for my life to end. Things went dark very briefly, but in a flash of bright light, I was standing in a rice field. Looking around, things are very surreal, blurry around the edges. Everything except the small farmhouse, in front of me, that stood out very solid and clear. The house stood a few yards away, made from what looked like clay and thatch for the roof. An unseen force shoved me forward, like a wall closing in behind me. I hustle a bit to get away from the feeling, I cautiously approach the little house. A man in fine silk clothing stormed out the door as I drew close to the entrance, not paying attention to me at all. The invisible force hit me and projected me into the house, I land on my back in the middle of the living room. Rolling over with a groan, I quickly flattened myself as a panel of the floor flew at me, crashing into the wall. Looking down into the hole, I see a lone candle sitting on a small table, the rest of the room is shrouded in darkness. Knowing that I wouldn't have a choice, I dropped down and approached the table. There was a news article clipping, at first it was in a language that I couldn't read, but as I scanned the article the words flashed into English.
By Tiggerish Eeyore (Aaron Wood)6 years ago in Horror
The Witchfinders Daughter
I hadn’t ever really been close to my grandmother, certainly not close enough to warrant becoming the sole recipient of her home in Belfast, Northern Ireland. After losing my parents when I was six, I’d come to live with her, my childhood full of religious fervor and loneliness. She was never the happiest woman. More stern and dictatorial, hellbent on teaching me to live my life as her god’s faithful servant. I’d left Northern Ireland two years ago, swearing never to return. Yet here I was, back in Belfast, with the keys to her beloved home in St. Helens.
By Anise Shepherd6 years ago in Horror
Lemonade.
Bruises heal faster if you keep them iced. Always whisper sweet nothings into your gravy if you want it to taste right. Cut skin can pull itself together, but if it’s too deep you’re best to hold it in place with tape. Fruit tastes better when it’s over ripe. Don’t tell the neighbors the truth; else they might get too nosey.
By Allex Combs6 years ago in Horror
The Choice He Made
It was a frigid winter morning in Northern Pennsylvania. The sun had not yet risen as Sully started his 2003 Chevy. He had just completed a 10 hour night shift at the mill, and the snow was coming down hard. A snowstorm was nothing new in PA, but boy was he tired. The worries of paying the bills, putting food on the tabe, and getting that damn furnace fixed were weighing heavily on his mind, and he hadn’t gotten any sleep the day before. Sully thought back to the good old days as he headed down the road, when he was a kid. The warm summer sun beating down, swimming in the quarry with his brother. Not a care in the world. Those were the days. Now here he was, a 30 year-old man living paycheck to paycheck. A wife at home who’d been out of work for months due to a bad leg break she suffered chasing the dog down the street. “Damn dog. More trouble than he’s worth,” he thought.
By Jenna Tomovich6 years ago in Horror
Undiscovered Book
I was daydreaming about this story I read about the night before. Suddenly there was a loud crash of thunder and lighting. My phone rang and I feel off my bed. I picked up the phone and put it to my ear as I got back onto my bed. Elenore was going on about a haunted house that she wanted to see. As my friend and I were talking, I looked at the window and it was pouring out, “I think I should bring y umbrella, but where is it.” I thought to myself.
By Jacqueline Mackle6 years ago in Horror
