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The Flight
Where the clouds roam and the winds gust there is a peak. It isn’t the highest or even all that beautiful. Just a barren peak that juts into the clouds. Often, I pass over the peak or just by it. Each time I look at the smooth rocks interspersed with jagged ones that sit on the rocky face. They never move and are always in the same place. Being a rock must be boring I think each time I pass by the peak. Stuck in the same spot for years, the same side facing the sun while the other consistently sits in darkness.
By Jena Tapia6 years ago in Horror
Family Whispers
I can still remember as a child walking into my grandmother’s living room and hearing the thunder of silence as the adult’s whispered conversations came to an abrupt end whenever they were talking about my Aunt Juanita. I never met her, but I picked up pieces of information about her along the way, sometimes listening down the hall when the grownups would think I was asleep. It seems many families have dark secrets and it appears mine is no different. I would hear my grandmother console my aunt and tell her that Aunt Juanita was mentally ill and she did not mean the awful things she wrote in her letters. My aunt Sally, who was her younger sister, said it was more than that. She said Juanita was a normal little girl, but it all changed in the barn when she was around eleven. Aunt Sally said she became interested in spiritual things and began doing rituals from an old book she found in a house that had been abandoned a few miles from their cotton farm. Aunt Sally said one time Aunt Juanita set up circles of candles in the barn and invited her to participate in a conjuring, but Aunt Sally said she was frightened terribly and ran back to the house and told no one.
By John Stephens6 years ago in Horror
Escape
When I looked out the door, I could see the buzzards were still eating Jasper, pulling strips of flesh off his body and fighting over his innards. I could hear them squabbling in the waning light, but Jasper had been a big man, and there was enough for all of them.
By Kelli Heitstuman-Tomko6 years ago in Horror
The Deathmonger's Daughter
There is no guide book for what one is meant to do after discovering a dark family secret. At no point in elementary or middle school do you have class and the teacher says, “today students, we are going to go over what to do when you discover that your very own father is a Deathmonger.” And certainly there is no follow up lecture, Being A Deathmonger, A Familial Obligation You Cannot Escape. Maybe there will be one once I reach High School but seeing as I learned all this today at the age of Thirteen those will hardly be any use to me then.
By Olivia Servaes6 years ago in Horror
The Owl
It started about 3 months ago. I would notice he, then he, I. Truth be told, I am not sure who would notice who first, if there’s even a chance he hadn’t noticed me first every time. What I do know, is that his presence was never unnoticed. Unnervingly eerie. Until that night.
By Casey Xavier6 years ago in Horror
The Exchange
“Who? Who?” the cacophonous question of an old barn owl rang out above the sound absorbing snow. The silence of the snow had been so deafening that it had drank up the struggles of a woman with her sled passing under the creature. The woman’s soul had launched through her skin at the piercing chime, the only sound she had heard all night.
By E. J. Strange6 years ago in Horror
Soul Carrier
Growing up I always loved listening to old wise tales. I liked the ones that everyone said were true but never could prove it. I remember one that I will never forget. I believe it now to be true because I witnessed it but I cant prove it. like everyone else who swears by their old story I gotta say I would by mine too. I seen it but I cant prove it.
By Brandy Lynn Rascon6 years ago in Horror
