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Pickering's Flat
Pickering’s Flat It was 3.30pm in the afternoon and my pal, Fin and I thought it might be a great decision to go camping.. Fin, a fine, flamboyant and fluid creature was always full of wonderfully enticing and often nature inspired ideas. Me, Lenny, who is often halfway between a big anxious ball of worry and what ifs while simultaneously sporting a big case of FOMO (fear of missing out) always feels a strong desire to follow through with them because sometimes visits with Fin are far and few in between.
By Ellen James6 years ago in Horror
Contest to Hell
Amy has been living in NYC her whole life and has dreamt of her modeling career going big. She came across an ad in her favorite fashion magazine of a huge contest and decided to enter. The contest grand prize is the cover of October's issue, an agency contract and $10,000 to start up their own business. Amy must build her own team to do it and has just the right people! Her photographer, Mike had suggested shooting on this deserted block, with an empty Victorian home.
By Aurea Gonzalez6 years ago in Horror
My Paranormal Investigation Experience
This is a true story. Case #34. Ocean State Paranormal's Facebook page. It was the late Summer of 2019 when my therapist, a ghost investigator with Ocean State Paranormal suggested that my house be investigated. There had always been strange things that went on in my house, but I never thought too much about it. That all changed in May of 2019.
By A Darker Reality6 years ago in Horror
...and so, I light a candle...
My grandma used to always have a lit candle in the window in a special candelabrum she kept near her doorway. When I asked her about it, she'd tell me it would light when family or friends would “pass through”. She’d inherited this candelabrum from her grandma, which was probably difficult to do considering the inability for many African slaves to have personal property at that time, but this silver candlestick somehow had followed her family from the Virginia colonies in the 1700's to the West coast here in California. It would hold five candles, yet only one was always in the heart; yet the oddity which piqued my curiosity, was that this candle would always light as if on its own power prior to any news. I had always meant to ask her how it would, yet it would never come up in conversation.
By Theodore Walker6 years ago in Horror
A Nice Place. Third Place in Spooky Shorts Challenge.
They arrived in Autumn Heights without warning. The “For Rent” sign wasn’t even plucked from the front yard of the Grimley House when their old Buick sputtered into the driveway. People stared, as people do. The school bus driver even made a point to drive off-route down Maple Leaf Road just to get a glimpse of the newcomers.
By Alexandra Hubbell6 years ago in Horror
Forest Of The Dead
Chapter One Jimmy sat on the tailgate of his old beat up, rusted, red 72 Chevy pickup while he waited for his co-worker, Nolan, to show up for their regular 6:30 a.m. shift. He had already retrieved the tools from the garden shed they would need to tend to the Forest of Memories and the tools leaned clumsily against the tailgate beside Jimmy. Although it was a fairly mild winter and all the snow had already melted, the early morning mid-April air still carried a bit of a bite and Jimmy’s breathe escaped in small puffs of steamy air. He looked down at his watch and saw it was now 6:40. “Good ole Nolan, late as usual.” He mumbled to himself with a small matter of fact chuckle as he looked up to see the sun making its way up over the horizon. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath letting the cool crisp air fill his lungs. Nolan was typically a little late and although Jimmy razzed him about it regularly, Jimmy never really minded and always punched Nolan’s time card along with his own. Truth be told, he enjoyed the extra time to himself so early in the morning with the fresh air accompanied by a fresh cup of coffee. The air always seemed refreshing at this time of day and, the quiet…. Oh, the peace and quiet, with nothing but the sounds of the forest, the birds chirping and the dry leaves rustling on the ground with the small bursts of wind. It was just what he needed before the start of what usually turned out to be a long, hard workday.
By Xenia Headley6 years ago in Horror
Ozranis
Ozranis the Soul Thief Flash Fiction by Xenia Headley The wretched smell of stale piss and putrid rotting garbage filled Ozranis’s nose. His nostrils flared as he inhaled not only the scent of the dingy alleyway but, the rancid smell of the homeless that occupied it as well. Following his nose like a hunting dog would, he rounded the corner of a decaying brick building and walked confidently into the alley with his trench coat flapping gently in the breeze. There, standing over a large metal barrel filled with flames, were three men and two women. They all wore tattered rags for clothes and dirty toques pulled down low in an attempt to keep themselves warm from the bitter winter cold and the bite of the winter winds. Ozranis neared closer and the chatter amongst the homeless stopped as the five turned to stare directly at the man wearing all black who dared to enter their territory. This was their alley and everyone around knew to stay away unless invited as they ran the streets.
By Xenia Headley6 years ago in Horror
Lackluster
A hand, looking more like a brown leather glove, parts the tall dry grasses near the railroad tracks. Frank's gaunt frame emerges, yawning, stretching, shaking off his beige bed remnants. He affixes his once-snazzy bowler hat over his stringy, sparse hair and polishes the pewter handle of his cane with the fraying corner of his silk jacket. The sun faded out hours ago, and the moon has yet to make headway in its struggle against the thick cloud cover. The grey gloom gives him several minutes of luxurious repose. He squints and checks his pocket watch, the gold leaf polished almost entirely away, revealing the cheap base metal underneath. He spits carefully into a dingy handkerchief and bends down, gingerly, to shine his shoes. He stares for a time at the deep branching crevasses that have taken over the better part of the leather loafers before stuffing the cloth back into his jacket pocket.
By Diana Huntress6 years ago in Horror
Haunting Grief
Life doesn't feel the same anymore. I sit in my room most days with the lights off, staring out the window in deep thought about why this happened to me. The only thing I can be thankful for these days is the weather consistently matching my mood. It has been especially cloudy lately, with the occasional thunderstorm rolling in. It's almost as if nature is connected to my sorrow. The only light source that I enjoy anymore is from the candle in the window that Graham gave me for my birthday.
By Dylan Portwood6 years ago in Horror
