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The Window
Wake up. Coffee. Go to class. Do homework. Go to bed. Repeat. I woke up and had my coffee. I met Jazlyn at the café on the hill on the way into campus. The warm bitter air rushed over my skin as I stepped in to the café. Jazlyn was already sitting at an empty table with two coffees. She was all bundled up in an oversized sweater and a coat on top of that. I was jealous, because I forgot to check the weather and was only wearing a t-shirt under my own coat. Jazlyn stood as soon as she saw me and handed over the coffee.
By Miss Ghoul6 years ago in Horror
Siren's Song
The comforting, dazzling light of the nearby star urged Nivana to relax. Her limbs floated weightlessly, buoyed by the expanse of space all around her. Distant planets winked at her and cheerful nebulas bathed their infinite colors over her skin. Only her breathing and the occasional beeping reminder that her suit was in working order broke the silence of the universe.
By Alya Sugarman6 years ago in Horror
The Phantom Killer
Podcast link: https://anchor.fm/ophelia-black/episodes/The-Phantom-Killer-embagq All info found on thelineup.com Hello ghosts and ghouls, and welcome back to "The Fear You Can Hear" podcast. I am your host, Ophelia Black and today we're going back in time to 1946, back when dating was more simple and innocent, aside from the fact that there was a horrifying masked killer on the loose. The small town of Texarkana got a rude awakening during the time of The Phantom Killer. Due to some of the graphic content, listener discretion is advised.
By Ophelia Black6 years ago in Horror
When will it end part 2
The stench he left me in started to become bearable a little bit more as the days passed. My brothers body was the tell tale sign days were passing in this space of darkness. The composing body slowly decayed in front of me, I have nothing left inside to cry for him. He did not deserve any of this, non of them do especially because of me. I let my head hang with the rest of me, the hunts man decided to tighten my chains so I could not move away from my brother. I stared into nothing wondering how to end it all without taking part, I could not care about escaping. There is nothing left to escape for anymore, the thought of returning to my family now disappears slowly with my brothers skin. I began to throw up once more and tried to tilt my head so I would choke on it.
By Sophie larissa6 years ago in Horror
Those who walk in Darkness
“They are like the ghost of past present and future except they are all present. They are never ceasing, didn’t you read that? Your situation whatever you have done – and please do not tell me, I do not wish to be involved - you millennials simply disgust me. Whatever you have done, you must atone for your sins or your life will only continue to get worse from here on out.
By Crickette Gill6 years ago in Horror
Blood Vessel
Wicked of Oz productions and Co-Writer/Director Justin Dix delivers a well made low budget WWII horror flick. What set's this cheekily titled Blood Vessel apart from other micro-budget films? This film drips in ominous atmosphere. The set department, costumes, and special makeup effects turn this little vampire flick into the film that could. The visuals drip with dread and salt air. These are all seasoned filmmakers and they take everything they learned and turned a tiny budget into a fantastic little beast. This flick has teeth, figuratively and literally speaking. Justin Dix has leant his practical makeup effects, props, miniatures, animatronic characters and set pieces for feature films and television work. They've produced work for films such as Star Wars Episode 2 and 3, Charlottes Web, The Loved Ones, The Bank Job. They've been attached to nearly every Australian Horror Film in the industry. They've also worked Dying Breed, Wolf Creek, Red Hill, Rogue, Lake Mungo, The Babadook, and Scare campaign, to name a few. Filmed in Melbourne Australia. I live in Melbourne, FL and have accidentally joined more than a few Melbourne Australia message boards. I digress.
By FRANK? Piccolella6 years ago in Horror
Bloody Charlie
The smell of a freshly cut tree on any other day would not have smelled so splendid. It was well worth time, as it’s recently cut limbs and breathless leaves rustled one last time in the moonlit autumn breeze. Sap oozed from the bare stump like blood from a wound that, if given quick, and proper, treatment, may allow you to live on with scarred remembrance. This tree lying flat on the front lawn had been an eye sore since the day my wife and I had moved in. The branches, long been dead, rapping on the window pane in the wind like an uninvited visitor constantly begging to be let in. Frankly it gave me the creeps and to say that my wife was any more a fan than me would be the greatest understatement. That’s why I chopped it down.
By Joshua Triezenberg 6 years ago in Horror
