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Farm House
I would place a bet that this back road is the longest that there has ever been. Why someone would have a back road so long and far away from the highways is beyond me...My friend asked me to come along with her to get a new puppy and at first I was excited, I mean who doesn’t love puppies? But as we continue driving...something just does not feel right. I feel that something bad is going to happen, my stomach is fluttering with butterflies and my heart is racing. “Are you sure that this is safe Melody?” I ask my friend nervously. “It will be quick Val, you don’t even have to come out of the car” Melody replied.
By A. D. DOUGHTY 6 years ago in Horror
Bloodymary
Five friends. Five life long dear old friends. You know the kind. The kind of friends that heard your first farts. Saw your first trips and accidents. First fights and first loves. Yes all through middle school, Katie, Mary, Ashlee, Greg and Mark have been best of friends and as they say, "Been through it all and hell and back!" They would cheer as a group, usually after shots of tequila.
By Christopher Robertsson6 years ago in Horror
The Ghosts of Louisiana
The most haunted mansion in the region has a very violent past. In the mansion itself or on the grounds ten people were murdered. The mansion is Myrtles Plantation which is located on the outskirts of St. Francisville. At present, it is a popular bed and breakfast inn owned by John and Teeta Moss.
By Rasma Raisters6 years ago in Horror
Two Headlights
Two headlights flashed on a secluded peak of the Santa Monica Mountains in Southern California. These rolling hills were the backyard and playground of the rich and famous whose houses were hidden in the blanket of hills. But tonight, mysterious lights signaled a solo walker being guided by a blue flashlight. A few moments later, the lights flashed again. One, two, gone. They disappeared into the black abyss, as if they had never been up there. But I knew they were there. The coyotes in the field below yelped their nightly tune, unaware of the goings on above them. The walker continued.
By Natalie Spack6 years ago in Horror
The Rose Room
Before everything went dark, I was an apprentice to the Great Mage, Belladiana. After her blood soaked win at the Magus Arena, a biannual competition that was set to find and reward the most powerful Mage, I followed her home and begged for an opportunity to learn from her. Though she was taken back by my sudden presence on her property, Belladiana obliged with a smile that showed all of her perfect white teeth.
By Pierre Brown6 years ago in Horror
Beware of What Lurks in the Night
Clickety-click-clack-click. That was the sound that came from my mom’s keyboard while she sat at her desk working. She worked from home as a transcriptionist, so I was used to the sound. It was foggy, Fall night, and I was playing my favourite video game in the living room. My mom stood up and said it was time to go close the gate, and to get our coats on. We were in charge of watching over the local park for the summer and fall, and one thing we had to make sure was done every day, was that the park gate be locked up every night. I grabbed my coat, and we piled into the car. It was chilly out, and I already couldn’t wait to get back home to my game.
By Gabe James6 years ago in Horror
The Graveyard Keeper
An old, abandoned church stood high on the small hill at the edge of town. The moonlight overhead, clung to the edges of the large wooden frame, and cast down eerie shadows from the steeple, adding to the sinister aura of the decaying centuries old building. Shutters hung crooked from the boarded-up windows; some had fallen completely to the ground. The large, double church doors were boarded together, holding them shut in hopes of keeping kids like us out of the crumbling structure. The churchyard in front of the building hadn’t been kept up on in more than a decade. Weeds grew throughout and overgrown bushes had overtaken the wrought iron fence.
By Kayla Gustafson6 years ago in Horror
The Statement of Eric Kaube
I ask then, what obligation does one hold, even without the consideration of complex context, to willingly and knowingly vilify themselves in the face of such accusations? It is true, I admit, as I have done so previously, that Sergeant Bauer and I entered the Hambach mine, and that I alone emerged from its rubble after it had collapsed. Again, I am informing you of the events that occurred within those black depths to the best of my ability. Amnesia has erased much of my recollection of that day, the cause of which is unknown to me. Considering the nature of such a condition, I fail to see how I might be held responsible for it.
By Ian Hayden6 years ago in Horror
Dark space
You put the big light on as you step into the bedroom to get changed for bed. You don’t really need to, but you always do because you are scared of the dark. Not that you would ever admit this flaw to anyone, because it seems silly. A grown man being scared of the dark. It has always been the case though, since you were a wee child.
By Karen Cave6 years ago in Horror
