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It's Yours Now
"It’s yours now". These words resonated in Cali’s mind as she stared at the little black notebook in her hand. She was shocked when the old woman, frantic and frightened shoved the notebook in her hand. It was like the woman was running from someone, and then gone in a flash. She wondered what was this notebook and why was it hers now? In hindsight, she wished she would have left the notebook somewhere, anywhere instead of keeping it. Her only reaction was to stuff the notebook in her purse and hurry home. As she ran down the alley, it seemed home was a million miles away. Shadows from the street seemed to be following her. “Just keep going,” she told herself as perspiration fell from her brow. Fear began to slow her steps as she approached her apartment. She could feel her heart beating loudly as her sweaty palms and fingers fumbled with her keys to open the door. Finally, opening the door, Cali rushed in and locked the door latch, breathing heavily. Frustrated, she angrily threw her purse on the couch, in which the little black notebook fell out onto the floor. Cali knelt and picked up the notebook. She stared at the notebook tempted to open it. Placing the notebook on the kitchen counter, she told herself that she would not open the notebook, that she would dispose of it immediately. Her mind went back to the old woman, wondering who she was. Cali wondered how the woman got the notebook. She recalled the look in the old woman's eyes when they ran into each other. When she helped the woman up, all Cali could see was fear and desperation. The old woman practically begged Cali to take the notebook. After grabbing some water to cool down, Cali sat down and turned on the TV. To her surprise, the old woman's face was suddenly on the screen. She was reported as missing. Cali could feel her heart racing again. Peering at the black notebook on the counter, she wondered did it have anything to do with the woman's disappearance. She began to wonder was she next. She walked back over to the counter and picked up the notebook, examining it as if its contents would be revealed without her opening it. Her fingers stroked the weathered, black leather cover, but her conscience would not let her turn a page. Placing the notebook back on the counter, she sat down again on the couch, more confused than ever. Interrupting her thoughts, there was a sudden knock on the door. That one knock struck fear in Cali as she crept towards the door. She looked through the peephole but didn't see anybody. Slowly, opening the door, she looked down the hall, but saw no one. As she closed the door, her foot hit something. On the floor, there lay a bulky envelope. Hesitantly, Cali picked up the envelope. Her fingers trembled as she opened the envelope. Enclosed in the envelope was $20,000 in $100 bills. She wondered who left it, then her mind went back to the black notebook. Curiosity and fear fought within her as she wondered what was in this notebook. Cali wondered what the connection between the money and the notebook was, or if there was any. She dropped the envelope with money next to the notebook on the counter and decided she would call the police in the morning. She would let them know about the old woman, the notebook, and the money. Maybe that would put her nerves at ease, squelching her curiosity to open the notebook. As she made up her mind, she saw a slip of paper on the floor. Cali figured it fell out of the envelope. A dark feeling of impending doom fell upon her as she picked up the paper. Chills ran down her spine as she read the words scribbled in black ink. OPEN THE NOTEBOOK.
By Regina Greathouse6 years ago in Horror
Come again?
The old lady sits on the edge of her chair, an old wingback upholstered in a green and red flowery print. There are white lace doilies on each arm. The chair matches the rest of the room, from the rose shag carpet to the mahogany armoire in the corner that displays rows and rows of hummel figurines and beanie babies. On her lap sits a tiny long-haired Chihuahua named Wonton, quivering and staring at me. This is a grandma’s house if ever I’ve seen one, and the lady across from me belongs here.
By TL Demmons6 years ago in Horror
Can't Leave
I've kept to myself in my own little apartment for a while since I don't really like interacting with people since people seem to know how to piss me off most of the time. I work at home and once in a while drop by the convenience store nearby to grab myself some food and water to survive since tap water sucks major ass a lot of the time - I think it mostly has to do with me being in the city though.
By CynicalPepper6 years ago in Horror
Magical Black Book
Sabrina walked through the city, not at all excited to get home. After all she had chores, two siblings to take care of, and an alcoholic father. She never asked for this life and sometimes she wondered what would happen if she was to just run away from the caged life she currently lived. She was only seventeen years old, having to work, take care of house chores and protect her siblings. How was she suppose to live a normal teenage life when she was suppose to take care of adult things. Perfect practice though for when she does leave her family behind.
By Erica Pugh6 years ago in Horror
Pallid Airs and Lost Highways
Ellsworth and Emery Kolb were in their twenties when they opened their own photography studio high in the South Rim of the Grand Canyon in 1904. Not too shabby for a business that didn’t result in putting a bullet in someone’s head back then. Robbing, killing and pillaging were all financially beneficial parts of the region and the Kolb brothers were as gentle as cloud fluff and had no means for such sketchy vices. Truth was, there had been only one gun in between them should their venture exploring the Colorado River leave them in any danger and that cold pistol remained cold for several years after it was bestowed upon them by their father.
By Julius Whitfield6 years ago in Horror
Little Black Book
It was Friday morning and Jared stood, nodding approvingly into the full length mirror. It had been some time since he had bought something for himself but it was time to finally enjoy the little extra money he had rather than just save his life away. The mall seems like the perfect place since it lost its appeal to the teenagers. Jared felt light hearted the more he turned to view himself. He was trying on a new pair of navy blue jeans that were a perfect fit. ‘You can’t take it with you to the grave so might as well enjoy it’ Jared said to himself as he decided to wear the new pair out. He slipped his Doc Martens on as he folded and rolled his old pants and tucked then into the crook of his left arm. In one swift movement he turned and unlatched the fitting room door, giving his reflection one last nod before swinging it open and making his way to the cashier.
By Cynthia Hendrickson6 years ago in Horror
Monster of the Appalachian
Since I was a child, I have always been fascinated with creatures that are yet to be on any biologists list of known species. Nessy, Bigfoot, The Mothman, chupacabra, all of them. I would study for hours. Read encyclopedia entries, eyewitness accounts, and even fiction novels by avid monster fans such as myself. As big as my interest was, I never considered actually encountering one of the creatures. But, to understand why I was in the position I was in that caused me to come face to face with a legendary cryptid, I need to take you back a little ways.
By Nick Buntin6 years ago in Horror
One Page
This Story Starts where Another Begins; In the hands of A man Named Ron, from a wish from a magical little black notebook. Turns out this wasn’t the usual Writing Pad? This one was special and had only 3 pages for some reason? On the back it was Written “A page is but a day, would you give one for a wish?” Which was very eerie to say the least? But as a bullheaded Man Ron was, He says a loud, “ Heck i wish i could see what a day of being rich and famous looks like...” And As he speaks the page begins to write his words. Then “swoosh”Ron was pulled into the pages,
By Ronnie Lo Productions6 years ago in Horror
