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The Threshold
The city of Azuros wouldn’t be the same without its gloomy towers, hardened citizens, and most importantly--dangerous nightfall, and tonight was no exception. Moon-kissed rooftops frame the city’s innards as vendors lock up shoppe, their customers all rushing home to their families. Like the pouring of sand, the marketplace is quickly emptied, left looking as though it’s not been inhabited for ages. Anyone with an inkling of sense knows not to stay out at night, as it’s been drilled into everyone’s brain since they could form coherent sentences.
By Emily Bendevis6 years ago in Horror
One Little Thing
One Little Thing “Sometimes, when all else is lost, we grab onto something, just one thing—one little thing, perhaps—and it becomes everything. Do you know what I mean, Ethan?”
By Carole Kamienski6 years ago in Horror
Who Is Your Leader?
He awoke, face down on the ground. As he began to move, he could hear and smell the crumbled dried leaves underneath him. Kirk, making his way to his feet, could easily be mistaken for a lumber jack. In the wooded light of the full moon, you can see his broad shoulders fill the red flannel long sleeve he is wearing. His whole front side looks like he had been playing baseball and had attempted sliding into home face first except for one obvious addition. As he tries to dust himself off, he lets out a grown. A shot of pain shoots through his left shoulder. The moon light is enough to illuminate, the deep gash to the front of his shoulder with a hatchet still imbedded in it. He has no idea how that happened, nor where he even was. He had seen enough medical shows to know, he probably should keep that in place. He appeared to be just off a well-traveled path.
By Geoff Stanford6 years ago in Horror
The Silent Observer
Brilliant shades of purple and orange set the dawn ablaze, biting back the cloudless starry sky from the inky nighttime blue. Jet black eyes watched the hulking figure from her pine tree perch as it strode into the open meadow, its gait lumbering and rigid. She watched passively as the pale light from the fading full-moon lit his shaggy, cumbersome form, and he knelt in the center of the isolated meadow with an exacerbated lurch. Too big, too unwieldy. They always struggled to maneuver by the end of the night.
By DeAnna Walker6 years ago in Horror
The Nightmares and The Owl
It was a cold, dark night. The wind was still and the sky was clear. The stars adorned the cosmos with their brilliant gleam as the full moon illuminated everything in sight. The silence was broken by a long, shrill shriek and was restored just as abruptly. Dark eyes, and a pale face could be seen in the shadows. A small bird, roosting on the branch of a tree could be seen flapping its wings. The field upon which the tree would be found was empty for miles around, and the call of the owl would not disturb anyone. The owl let out another screech, and flew off into the distance.
By Jose Alberto Camacho6 years ago in Horror
A Harrowing Howl
Darkness. There is nothing but darkness. I am lying in the dead of night, surrounded by the eternal blackness. I wake up. Gasping for air. I have never felt so afraid. I suddenly jolt as a loud and unrelenting hoot of an owl is heard just outside my window. I turn my head. The owls piercing eyes staring me down. I have never felt so afraid. Thud! A noise from downstairs sent my heart rate through the roof. I have never felt so afraid. ‘I live alone,’ I thought. Who could it be? What could it be? I am engulfed in the fear of the unknown. A voice told me to check it out. Slowly I rise from my bed and gingerly make my way towards the door. The floorboards creaking with my every step. I place my hand on the cold, steel door handle. Another hoot from the owl outside threw me straight back under the covers. I have never felt so afraid. Why is this happening? What had led me to this point in life? Overcome with fear and paranoia. What event had occurred in my past, forcing me to live like this? I want to be brave. Fear cannot rule my life anymore. I throw back the covers and make my way out of the door. I begin my descent down the spiralled staircase. After what seemed like hours. I reach the bottom. The hallway had never seemed so long. I walk. Carefully making my way towards the kitchen. Turning my head constantly to make sure nothing was waiting in the dark… waiting to pounce. The end of my journey was nigh. It was now or never. Closing my eyes, I muster up all my courage and burst through the door to the kitchen. I expect the worst… but there is nothing. Nothing. My kitchen is as boring and as normal as any other day. A sigh of relief flowed out of my body. A smile crept across my worried face. ‘Back to bed then,’ I thought. It was late, and I have work in the morning. I leave the kitchen and head back up the stairs to get back into my bed. I reach the end of my summit. Ding. The doorbell. Who could it possibly be at this time of night? Just like that, the smile was wiped from my face. I creep slowly back down the stairs. “Who is it?” I call.
By Jacob Ash6 years ago in Horror
Revolving Doors
Amy busted through the doors of the hostel similarly to how she had done her last day of senior year just a month earlier. Her eyes sparkled with excitement; she couldn’t believe her parents had allowed her to travel abroad. She intended to absorb as much culture and make as many memories as possible. She had been dying to visit the enormous, bustling marketplace that was only a short walk from where they were staying, but her friends didn’t seem to share her enthusiasm. So, on this day, she made special plans to wake earlier than usual, leave a note, and let them meet her there.
By Chloe Wiseman6 years ago in Horror
Terror in the Night
It was nights like this one, bathed in the fairy lights of fireflies, that seemed to go on forever. One almost dared not breathe for fear of breaking the spell.
By Jane de Bat6 years ago in Horror
Texas 1964
The taste of sweat filled my mouth as I placed the paper onto my tongue. A familiar tingle crawled from there to the corners of my jaw; only a matter of minutes now until it starts. I take Robin by the arm, my brother who's already starting to experience the change in reality that's soon to take me, and we start for the barn. The 800 feet or so between the back porch of our old rancher, and the double door entrance to the rundown red barnhouse, stretched forward in front of me as if every step we took closer only forced it further away. This simple walk turned into an absolute journey as the stars danced across the deep blue and black of the night sky, pulling my eyes up and away from the ocean of grass, whose waves flowed back and forth with the gentle breathing of the wind.
By James Hall6 years ago in Horror
Cyril & The Cat With Purple Fur
The sound of a disrupting shriek wallowed in one of my ears and out the other. Ugh. I sighed. It’s that moronic barn owl once again. Whenever I’m coding or studying for an upcoming test on the Zero Point Field, the owl always seems to know. It shrieks and wails and tries to be as annoying as a plump little bird can be. I shudder with annoyance. Can’t that thing shut its beak for one minute?
By JZ6 years ago in Horror
Up the Ridge
When we got to the very top of the ridge where the noise might of originated I slowed the truck down to a crawl and looked around not knowin what I might be about to find. That gaw damn sound was like jagged metal making love to itself for the devil to enjoy. I heard it a couple times before. Like a birdcat monster wailin to the uncared for universe.
By Christopher O'Connor6 years ago in Horror
Genuine Hauntings in East Texas
East Texas is said to be one of the most haunted areas in the United States of America. From ghosts and spirits of the Civil War that haunt historical cities and towns in Houston to the Ghost of Bouton Lake. Ghosts have become just as much of a part of East Texas as the pine forests and roads that they haunt.
By Sara Wilson6 years ago in Horror