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Little Black Book
“I’m not sure when it started. I just know that since that thing has shown up, my life has been a mess.” He said as he peered over his shoulder at his bag, “You would think because I always know what to expect from my day that I would be more at ease, but I’m not. It never tells me if things are going to turn out okay, just what is going to happen. It is not like reading the last chapter in the book. It is like being stuck on the middle chapters, all the time! My life is a stressful middle chapter.” He took a breath as he ran his hand through his hair, “It’s not all bad though, sometimes it tells me good things. Six months ago it told me that I would ask a beautiful woman out at the park. Sheila was the only woman at the park that day and man is she beautiful. Because of the book I had the courage to ask her out and she said yes! Can you believe that? But then a few weeks ago it told me that Sheila was going to break up with me right when things were getting good. No explanation either. She did break up with me that day too and told me it’s because I act all jumpy. She said that she hated the way I couldn’t stop checking my little black book.”
By Isabel Pearson6 years ago in Horror
Me Myself and I, And The Girl In The Mirror.
Once upon a time, On the night of Friday 13th, O' dido was your usual regular girl and Smart, intelligent, straight-A student in High School. She was very popular. O' dido was a lead Cheerleader, One of the beautiful people.
By Vicky 'A' Blevins Reavis6 years ago in Horror
The Melancholic Pianist
As a music production apprentice I had to do all the jobs no one else wanted. ‘Valuable industry experience’ they called it. My manager, Antoine – a pretentious name for a middle-aged guy from Basildon, if you ask me – was a nice enough guy, but he made sure you knew he was the boss.
By Daniel Tuck6 years ago in Horror
Suicide
I was sitting all alone, in the woods where I usually go when I don't want to deal with people. The flashback replaying in my head over and over again. I haven't heard from school or any of my friends since I went into the hospital. I've been out of school for three weeks now, because of my collar bone and my ribs. I didn't want to go back any way. They treat you differently than they were before you left. It would be embarrassing because I'm one of those girls that people don't really notice. Like if the teachers didn't know my name I could ditch school everyday and they wouldn't even notice. But this year my teachers decided to put me in the front of the classroom in all my classes. It was torture. I could hear the other kids ask and whisper to each other "Is she new?" Who is she?" "She looks weird" and more painful hurtful things like "She's ugly" or "She needs help." Which was true I did need help, but I didn't want other girls that I didn't know to tell me that.
By Brigid Miller6 years ago in Horror
One Thousand Words
Why does he force her to think these things? His pinky finger is staring at her as she glances through the door to check on him. Damn his huge hands. It would take her largest kitchen knife to get through his bone. The knife would never be sharp again. It will be a colossal pain to cut off the finger of a man who’s never had a broken bone in his life.
By Anna Munson6 years ago in Horror
Winchester: The Witch At The Gate
We normally kept to ourselves in the neighborhood. We stayed inside, and if we went out, it was by ourselves. We would occasionally see the neighbors across the street and exchange hellos but that is usually as far as that went. I did, however, get to know the woman who lived next door to us quite by accident. It was a gray and cloudy day. Lilly was just put down for a nap. Her naps made it easy to get a lot of things done around the house as she always wanted to be held. I was doing some cleaning while Elliot and Tonka were playing out back in the yard. They were having such a great time, running around and chasing each other. I looked up just when I saw something hit my son in the head. My dog was sniffing it and then backed up growling. It looked like a moist piece of pink flesh. It was absolutely revolting. My dog couldn’t even stand it.
By Jesika Rhodes6 years ago in Horror
Descent
I wasn’t always like this. Locked up in this place of sterile, soft walls, my head tangled with insanity. Once I was animated, full of hopes and dreams for the future. My husband and I owned a four bedroom, ranch-style home on six acres of wooded property just outside the city of Albany, New York. We were your normal suburban family with a mortgage, car payments, college funds and money set aside for retirement.
By Riss Ryker6 years ago in Horror
How Did I Die?
I am not sure how you’re reading this given that I’m dead, but here you are, and here I am. I guess I have to start at the beginning. I mean not my life story, it’s really not that interesting, but the crazy part. Things started getting strange a few months back, or at least I think it was a few months. Death changes your perception of time and it’s really hard to keep track.
By Lisa Laflamme6 years ago in Horror
