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Sanguine Shadows
The night was still and strange; full of a thousand different sounds that should be but were not. Arvell Missick had left the cozy quiet of the cabin he shared with his wife, Sabine, to step into the unnatural silence of the wooded land around them. Not a sound penetrated the night's stillness, making Arvell’s steady breathing seem as loud as trees felled one after the other.
By Ashlei Johnson6 years ago in Horror
Birdhouse
The wet gravel crackled like embers under the weight of the slowing car. The driver killed the engine, swapping its thunderous noise for the pitter patter of the rain. Like a mason jar, the car door popped open. A bright yellow rain boot dug into the mud followed by a second boot. The driver stood, examining the cobblestone driveway leading into the pavilion. Brown moving boxes littered the walkway and stairs leading to the front door, it had been left open.
By Charlie Greenberg6 years ago in Horror
Just A Walk In The Park
Amelia had studied too long at the library. Again. Checking her watch, she had missed the last bus which meant she would be walking home. Again. Always sitting in the back stacks where it was quietest and not too many souls ventured, she almost always lost track of time until someone was making an announcement informing whatever students remained that the library would be closing in thirty minutes.
By L. M. Williams6 years ago in Horror
An Owl Pact
The time had come. Tytus could feel in the gut. He could feel it in the way the dead leaves rustled in the night, or in the constant clanking of wood in the barn’s shed, or in the nervous bleating of the stupid goats that lived beneath. Tytus took his favorite place at the peak of the cupola and awaited his friend… if you could call him like that.
By Ignacio Casaretto6 years ago in Horror
The Night Owl
Thursday, 12:34am. I have never been one to diary my day, but I am willing to try, if for any reason but to examine my experience objectively. Some two months in midtown and my aspirations have quickly rotted into pleas for relief. I go to work to see my colleagues and envy their zeal and their tenacity, all the while shying from my superiors for all the work I have yet to complete. A three-bus link home each night and I am sitting at my computer, working some more, eating some more and doing all the mundane to sustain an existence.
By Wray_written6 years ago in Horror
The Visiting Hours
Chair legs scraped against concrete throughout the makeshift chapel. There were 14 of these chairs placed around the pool of sun that spilt through the skylight. They carefully framed the edge of the light, denying the bodies in them any warmth it might provide.
By Sarah Kelly6 years ago in Horror
The 'Genre' of Supernatural
It has been argued that television programmes do not always ascertain to one specific genre, often because programmes span multiple years and episodes during their run and committing to one genre may result in the stagnation of the audience. As a result “the texts of a given genre are much more broad ranging and diverse than can be summed up by typical claims” (Mittell, 2004, 5). In the case of Supernatural (2005), a programme that concluded at the end of 2020 after a 15-year-run, the showrunners make a point of manipulating genre and a diverse range of genre tropes in the case of multiple episodes. Whereas the overall narrative remains firmly in the roots of paranormal/supernatural drama horror genre, Supernatural frequently and deliberately manipulates other genres, often in the form of homage or specific reference.
By Millie Hardy-Sims6 years ago in Horror
That Thing
It has been many years since the day I came across the small figure within the small shop of San Francisco’s Chinatown. Chinatown is full of shops with numerous items for tourists to collect and to bring home to wherever they may have hailed from. It was in one such shop that I came across that small figurine. A black stone carving of unknown determined origin whose intricate carving work had not fared well with time. Two inches wide and a few inches tall, three or four at most. At first, I thought it was a curious stamp face for the numerous calligraphy items to be purchased as many stalls boasted one or the other of the chirographical itinerary. Each stamp press was to denote an end to the letters as the author's signature. Or to be used to create a wax seal for the reader to easily note who had sent them the parchment. Along the rows of the shop’s offerings were the standard factory-made fans and numerous stainless-steel offerings for those of a martial taste in eccentric wants.
By Paul Brennan6 years ago in Horror
The Birdwatcher
The rustle of leaves and morning air greeted Dan while he slept in the tent. He had planned this for so many weeks. "I'm finally getting to enjoy some well deserved solitude" he thought to himself. The new insulated sleeping bag was cozy and he only wanted to continue feeling its warmth.
By MICHELLE SHAAY 6 years ago in Horror
The Shadow of the Black Owl
Shadow Of The Black Owl By: Gabe Lacey Chapter 1 Another bone chilling, snow covered day in the small town of Monowi Nebraska. Another trudge through the blistering cold through squinted eyes and gritted teeth. The wind seemed to blow with a ferocious howl similar to that of a ravenous wolf. As Belle made her way to the mailbox she caught a glimmer of sunlight ever so faintly shining through the dense fog in the snow. With a thick, heavy layer of snow covering the ground as far as the eye could see, walking from the house to the mailbox had become a somewhat cumbersome task. But Belle Livingston was always prepared, as she marched out in a brand new pair of grass boots with confidence. Inside the mailbox was a peculiar looking envelope placed neatly inside. Belle immediately retrieved it and went back inside of her house where a fireplace was already lit and ready for her. Belle sat down in a comfy black recliner chair by the fireplace and proceeded to open the envelope. Inside she saw a letter in Old English font along with an old fashioned silver key with a crown insignia on the top of it. The letter read as follows:
By Gable Lacey6 years ago in Horror
