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The House
I never wanted to live there to begin with. It was his house, not mine; I knew that as soon as I walked in. Those awful pinkish-reddish curtains, the colour of irritated labia. They were velvet, embroidered with a pattern that was meant to resemble vines – a branching network crazing across the breadth of the god-awful fabric. A crime against nature, against taste, against fashion. I didn’t tell Daniel that. He didn’t want to change a thing about the house. It hadn’t been updated since the seventies. He was in love. I wasn’t. I didn’t want to live there.
By Isobel Maxwell6 years ago in Horror
The Kid
I’m willing to bet that every teenager thinks their school looks creepy at night. I certainly did. The corridors, usually filled with sunlight and kids bustling about in an attempt to get to class on time, were now empty and cold. The moonlight now replaced the sun, creating a silver glow along the locker doors and linoleum floor. I was afraid to speak in case my voice resonated along the walls and looking at the school, as it looked now, I didn’t feel right forcing such an echo upon it.
By Caitlin Hamilton-Jones6 years ago in Horror
A Haunted House and a Cannibal
A Haunted House and a Cannibal This week we discussed a haunted home in Indiana and a cannibal who became famous for being, well, for being a cannibal. It’s a crazy world that we live in right now and if you didn’t tune in to hear us stumble through our first attempt at recording, or you simply prefer to read, and you would still like to know about our crime and paranormal stories then you have come to the right places. Ladies and gents, I present to you… Mayhem & Spooks: The Blog.
By Paige Guffey6 years ago in Horror
Yellow Fever
A gust of wind swirled the leaves on the empty sidewalk into a restless dance. Angela’s boots clicked rhythmically as she walked along the pavement. She buried her mouth into her scarf and shoved her hands deep into her pockets. She had never been to this neighbourhood before. Each property stood at least half a kilometre apart from the next, with grandeur being the only common attribute. Carefully manicured yards and lawns stretched like small meadows in the front and back. Neat rows of maple and elm trees on either side of the road formed a canopy overhead. Their extended branches reached towards Angela as if to envelope her. As she turned the street corner, her boyfriend’s home came into view. She felt trepidation rise within her as the house drew nearer. She double checked the address on her phone to make sure it was right, 4 Northgate Avenue. It was an isolated house. Yellow leaves fell in a golden curtain, smothering the groomed hedges. She mentally prepared herself to meet his parents. How are you? It is lovely to finally meet you... no, it is a pleasure to finally meet you.
By Wanying Zhang6 years ago in Horror
A Secret Lie
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have flesh and bone again and breathe the air outside. The mirror resting above the dresser in the bedroom reflects the park overlooking a serene lake. I look in the mirror to gaze at the beauty outdoors without directly looking into the sunlight. I want to hear the ducks quacking and children happily splashing nearby. But the house traps me here. If I try to leave, the sunlight will burn me during the day and the blasts of cold keep me in during the night. Now, I am a figment of imagination that drifts in the wind like the aftermath of a terrible storm.
By Wanying Zhang6 years ago in Horror
In The Tall Trees
Home Lows set in is chair, watching the fire burn, bright orange with shades of red and yellow. Lows spent most of the day chopping wood. He thought to himself, the night comes early the part of the year. With the early night comes the cold winter front. I must be prepared, Lows said to himself. Lows was in his late forties, but had the energy of a young athlete in his twenties. You had to have a strong will to live this far, this high away from humanity. But this night, something was different. His head felt foggy, with slight vibrations of a bass dum. A piercing ringing in his ears, blurriness in his eyes, legs felt like sharp knifes, cutting through his flesh. As he rolled up his plants leg to look. All he saw was, a thick coat of white hair. Lows leaned back in his seat. His stomuch pins all in them. Did I for get to eat? Lows could not remember. With the pain coming from his legs. Getting up was out of the question? Lows had always loved nature, and are the unknowns that come with it.
By BranDon Rivers6 years ago in Horror
The Swallowing
Around this time last year, I was flirting with death, ready to self-destruct. Swimming in depression, drowning in debt, slaving away at a job for the sake of check, the pressures of my responsibilities were weighing me into the ground, and I was ready to be buried in it for good. It was Kimmie's hand that pulled me away from my demise. Today, that same hand blindfolded me and is now dragging me to god knows where.
By Jeremie Nicholas6 years ago in Horror
