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Jaelyn's Owl
She wakes up feeling nostalgic and curious every time she has this dream. It is a re-occurring dream she has had since she was little. In her dream she walks out of an old barn in the countryside that she has not seen before. She can smell the sweet smell of summer wheat fields and moisture from a nearby creek or a pond. There is a large old plastic covered light that hums like fluorescent lighting.
By Jessica Kirchner6 years ago in Horror
In Time
In the middle of a desert, there is a small bustling town where everybody knows everyone. Based in the early 20th century, poodle skirts and pastel colors are still very relevant. Everyone is in sync, everyone smiles, and everyone moves to the same score. A single woman is a pariah. Not the same- off by a hue, off by a note. The Woman cannot comprehend the town’s lifestyle and cannot sync to the values and understanding that they have. They laugh at her in a togetherness that mapped out how in sync they were. In the middle of a hot afternoon, she tripped. She had been looking at the sky wondering what it would be like to be elsewhere. Her feet tumbled over the other and she was spotted by a couple following their schedule. The woman took a stumble and was out of step. Out of measure. People noticed. Simultaneously they turned to laugh. Rage poured through her and she started to weep.
By Jessica Wright6 years ago in Horror
Summer '76
It was the last day of school and us seniors couldn’t be anymore riled up. The jocks filled the halls with their testosterone, the mean girls did their last walk in unison, and for the rest of us, it was the last time we had to come to this place. Tonight, the entire senior class was getting together to celebrate our freedom at Lookout Point. It will be a night to remember.
By Leeza Martinez6 years ago in Horror
Crucial Frequency
Welcome back to Past Dark radio where we give you the latest updates of what’s goin’ on in Midnight at the latest times. Some breaking news before we start with our regular program, the 10-foot, shark tooth tiger was found dead earlier this week with several bite marks in it. No one had seen the culprit but what we do know is the killer was definitely bigger than 10-feet. Let’s have a moment of silence for our beastly friend....Now back to our show.
By DeVante Pickett6 years ago in Horror
Last A Little Longer
Last A Litte Longer We had to escape. We had to leave but there was nowhere to go. This floor of the building was being remolded; it was nothing but empty space. The screams got louder and the dragging of feet. There were five of us. We frantically searched for an exit anything. I looked up then ran to the side and began yanking cabinets to the center of the floor. One man noticed what I was desperately doing and knocked out his daze stumbled to help me.
By Kess Shaffer6 years ago in Horror
Perilous Delivery
The next day began like most any other. Caleb often worked on Saturdays as part of his often vain seeming effort to bring in enough cash. As was her custom, Vanessa would make him breakfast before he left, and they would spend a little time together before he worked. As he sat there eating his waffles and sausage, he smiled, “Well,” he began, “I get to try out the new car today, see how she handles the workload.” He smiled and took a bite. Vanessa smiled too, then went back to reading her book. They were pretty tired so there wasn’t much conversation. Caleb finished his meal, put his dishes in the sink, threw on his jacket and started to walk out. As he was leaving their phones dinged, Vanessa looked over, “That is a reminder.” She said, “we are going to the Holdens’ house party tomorrow night.” Caleb looked over and smiled, “Oh yeah, I like the Holden family, nice people.” He began, “Do you want to try and get them a housewarming gift tonight, or on the way tomorrow?” Vanessa thought a moment and said, “We can do it on the way, it’s nothing major, just a bottle of whine or something should do the trick.” Caleb smiled, nodded, and walked out the door.
By Kevin J.N. Hughes6 years ago in Horror
The Caldwell Place
No one knows what happened to Imogene Caldwell. She had been the family’s matriarch. She bought the hut and land that would become Caldwell Place. She was born in low poverty but raised five sons (to as many different fathers) to become millionaires in their own right.
By Jasmine Wolfe6 years ago in Horror
Omens
I was told from a young age, like a warning, like a curse. That owls accompanied death. One for the funeral home, and two for children. My father used to say, anyway. So then, it shouldn’t have come as such a surprise, looking into those, glassy, marble eyes above the mausoleum. Wide, moon round face curiously scoping out my every move, we stared one another down. And for a brief moment, it’s almost as if we felt connected, somehow. And then the barn owl bent its great body to preen, and I watched, transfixed. Alone in a graveyard with just this animal, and my own thoughts that I decided to speak out loud.
By constelloceans6 years ago in Horror
