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Intruder In The House
Erika jolted up, she looked around the darkening living room. She could've sworn she had heard the Jefferson's in the kitchen, but the only light came from the television. It could've been their son Henry, trying to play a prank on her, it had to be Henry, and Erika was going to get extremely angry, as she had sent him to bed two hours ago. "Henry?" She called, but only silence answered her. A sinking feeling washed over Erika, "Henry, I swear if you're trying to scare me, I'm going to be extremely angry." She called. "And will never admit it's working." She whispered as she headed for the kitchen.
By Amanda Hutchinson6 years ago in Horror
Elisabeth Bathory
The blood countess is what she was best know as, but Elisabeth bathory had a very rough life growing up. Was her child hood to blame for how she was as an adult, or was she just a messed up person? Only she will ever know the real truth,but here is what we know about the blood countess Elisabeth Bathory.
By Tabitha Alexander 6 years ago in Horror
The Girl with the Blue Backpack
As she walked along the dissembled remains of a broken road in shades of bright green moss that filled the cracks of broken cement, she felt alone. There were abandoned cars and that were parallel, vertically and horizontally parked on the remains of a broken road. Most of the remains of what use to be a useable car were only the steel frames that had become rusted and disintegrated by the apocalypse. As she looked to her left and looked to her right there were veriest buildings, some that run all the way up to the sky. The windows of the buildings had been shattered and pieces of glass were scattered along the ground. Shops that were once functional had be run down by empty shelves and signs that were hanging by a thread. The city was empty except for the near distance growls of the undead lurking within the shades and around ever corner. As a survivor of this unpleasant world she always had a dagger firmly placed within her boot and her hand hovering over it every time she heard the scratching noises that gave you goose bumps and radiated through each cell of your body. Each time she saw the disfigured face of a once lively human being she felt more and more alone. Her father died in a car accident when she was six years old. Her mother was a gentle woman that had a firm belief in righteousness and morals. She was a strong woman, a confident woman, a brave woman that took risks and she tried to maintain these qualities every day. But she died only three months ago by a savage attack when they were cornered and overwhelmed by a heard of the undead as they were gathering supplies, she sacrificed herself so that she could live. That burden weighed heavily on her shoulders everyday, the regret that maybe she could have done something else and the burden of being alone without her mother. She didn’t have any brothers or sisters, only her blue backpack that carried her supplies. She looked to the sky and hoped that her mother was watching over her somewhere in the mist of clouds that shimmered and moved each time the sun tried to peer through. The sky was a warm orange mixed with shades of red. Since the apocalypse happened the sky has always resembled the same colours, they have never changed. Maybe it was sign that the world has ended. There was still smoke rising from buildings, coming from chimney tops and from abandoned buildings that were charcoal and filled with ash and soot.
By Lauren Brown6 years ago in Horror
The Shadow
It was a dark cold night, Sarah was only 9 years old. She was a happy, shy little girl. She has a secret that she hasn't shared with anyone, not even her best friend Tommy. She liked to play with her tea set and all her stuffed animals. The was one friend who she never talked about. She would have tea parties with this special friend.
By Brian Lavalley6 years ago in Horror
Real Poltergeist Experience (2)
4 years... Every night... A different nightmare, the same fear. It's evident to me now that this wasn't just a regular case of night terrors in children. I had these encounters with these beings in these dream states; I had seen things I've never seen in the dimension we all wake up in. I had no idea what intestines were at 6 years old, but that didn't stop me from having nightmares where I'd see such things. I used to draw one eyed aliens fighting the military in school, then I had a nightmare about it. Above my imagination, is how I would describe it. I hadn't even watched scary movies or played gory video games yet. I remember how I felt, I was scared, clueless; you see some people can lucid dream, right. They start dreaming, they get a clue, then they realize they're in a dream, so then they start manipulating the dream, well this is like the opposite, of control. I couldn't escape either, I could not wake myself up even when I realized I was in the nightmare. I felt paralyzed into this state of fear, I was witnessing things, that I've never seen before, I would even say that it feels like a bad acid trip if you know the feeling. Sleep paralysis was an issue as well, but I believe, because of my experiences, that this immobilizing energy has an intensity level that could even possibly be measured; I'd have a nightmare, I would have to fight this energy if I wanted to wake up, which sometimes, I could not. It's like whatever evil spirits that were in that house, would torment me in my sleep, take things I loved, and show me something gruesome they could make of it, as if mocking my imagination, or my entire existence. Not every night was so different though.
By John Wentzell6 years ago in Horror
When will it end part 4
We made our way through the electric fences and gates, he definitely had this place locked down tight. I followed obediently watching his actions, mentally noting his course of action to take our prey. Preferably, I do not want to hurt any more people than needed. I wanted to save more lives to make up for the ones being lost. Once the security system was done I realised it actually lasted a mile, a mile of nothing but security gates and the buzz of electric. I hopped in the truck next to him and took in the interior, this guy knew how to clean I will give him that, it practically squeaks. "should we really be doing this during daylight?" I asked puzzled, "yes this one will be coming to us" he replied coolly. The truck was brought to life, surprisingly quiet and smooth on the roads. I concentrated my thoughts preparing myself for the possible outcomes of the next 24 hours.
By Sophie larissa6 years ago in Horror
Silenced Genes
School was dismissed just after 11 o'clock. Sirens were blaring as the students were boarding the buses; a fire truck and a couple of police cruisers pulled up to the high school with an ambulance close behind. Many of the students were craning to see out the grimy windows, but the bus pulled away as soon as the last student was on board. Ricky and Mack weren't concerned, they figured someone just set off a fire alarm smoking in a bathroom or something equally as stupid. Other students were panicking, some even crying, while many were posting updates on social media, texting wildly or even calling their parents. Ricky watched the commotion, he thought it was all over reacting nonsense. He and Mack made eye contact, Ricky shrugged. Mack looked back down at his phone slowly shaking his head in bewilderment.
By Rebecca Tkacs6 years ago in Horror
My Review of "His House"
His House is a horror movie that came out not too long ago in 2020 exclusively to Netflix. This film had a ton of potential and I really wish they'd make one with some slight changes to it. Still there was a lot of great art direction to this movie and the idea was still very interesting. I just thought it kind of fell a little flat for me.
By Brian Anonymous6 years ago in Horror
