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Loose Ends
Where is that damn ring? I can’t believe that after all of this, I can’t find my wedding ring, Roland thought. What’s the big deal? I mean, what difference does it make? Everyone knows how much 'I loved her' and how much 'I am going to miss her'. So what if they don’t see me wearing my ring.
By Mike Rembacz6 years ago in Horror
This Little Light Of Mine.
Frank Grey was now an old man. It had crept up on him slowly but surely. Each body part creaking now in diefoance of his will. At first it has been the odd twang of pain in a knee, or a steady shaking of a hand from too much drinking and the skin gradually loosened and sagged like a deflated ballon.
By David Brady6 years ago in Horror
The Candle Maker
These were not good times. At least not anymore. Most of the dark period was over, but the rebuilding process was slow. They said it would be a long time until things were like they were before.
By Matthew Donnellon6 years ago in Horror
The Worried Mother-By Nancy German
My Aunt Marion, who was 85, lived in a rambling, three story, 1840’s, house in Maine. It was white with green shutters and the property had orchards, vineyards and lots of fresh country air.
By Nancy German6 years ago in Horror
Candle On The Water
The flame flickered and I had to act. I could spy the candle from over my clenched knuckles that grasped my down comforter with the grip of a lion tamer among several large, agitated cats. Ma had propped the full mirror that stood stoically across the room to show me the view of the lighthouse out and beyond my room’s window. The pale white light that repetitiously lit my room up like an inner city movie premiere, did not trouble me. The beams that splashed through the pane and dwarfed the luminescence of the candle sitting on the ledge was not out right noteworthy in the least. It was the way the flame pointed away from my bed at a right angle.
By Tom Barry6 years ago in Horror
Limbo?
October 29th, 08:10 am It's a crisp October morning. I am running late for work. I do not like being late. I pick up speed. My heart feels heavier than the weight constantly attached to my shoulders. A weight in the form of a black figure, who's hands are constantly attached to my neck. She feeds from me. I have learned to ignore her, I try to forget she is there but I can always feel her, clutching to my body like a leech.
By Lauren Jane R6 years ago in Horror
The Abandoned Home
The young couple decided to take a short cut down the overgrown path through the woods. They passed the polluted stream where they first met. The rusty old crumbling house is still by the edge of the road just outside of the woods. There was a broken porch swing just hanging by one side. There was glass from the shattered windows all over the ground. The old tattered and faded curtains that were all now white were blowing outside of the window. Five old scarecrows were still up in the yard. The straw was gone from the bigger male scarecrows right arm and leg. The hat had a piece torn off of it on the top. The stitched-on mouth was now only a partial mouth. The left side of the mouth was all that remained. There was no right eye left. Something was sticking out of his pocket. She noticed it every time that they would walk by the house.
By Shelly Bartley6 years ago in Horror
A candle in a window to guide my way
The uncrowned king has arrived... the dream instantly became lucid... my second lucid dream... Burning flesh was the first scent and visual. Inside a huge house of crying souls. The woman seems to be ashamed of her burnt body as I looked at her... from her head to her toes she moves in a drifting and slow pace... she tries to cover herself up with some type of linen. Outside of her tearing eyes, she was roasted to a crisp. I told her is okay.. you don’t need to feel ashamed... I somehow saw your death... I’m not here to hurt you... where am I? As I navigate through the familiar feeling house but I have no clue why I am there again and is ever changing....
By Anthony Leung6 years ago in Horror
Always Be Afraid of the Dark
"Good-night my sweet" Mum once said to me, "don't let the bed bugs bite". I watched her close the door, leaving me alone in the dark. At 10 years old I was finally experiencing life in my own "grown-up" room, no longer sharing with my younger brother. I would've been excited if it wasn't for the set of yellow eyes staring at me from the far corner. My mum burst in before they could get much closer, taking me in my arms as I finally stopped screaming.
By Joe Harris6 years ago in Horror
Graveyard Walk
There wasn’t anything Henry liked about his new school. The classes were dumb. The teachers were dumb. The kids were dumb. And that’s why Henry always took the shortcut home. And he always walked alone.
By Mike Barzacchini6 years ago in Horror
A Face In The Darkness
As she turned off the highway and into the long winding drive she could feel the stress and tension start to ease. By the time she pulled up to the house all the muscles in her body seemed to have relaxed. This was it, she thought to herself, this was exactly what she needed.
By Evie Sinclair 6 years ago in Horror
The Convent on Blackmoor Hill
I remember the first time I stood gazing up at the convent on Blackmoor Hill. I was barely seven years old and I was helping my mother take some tinned food to give to the nuns’ foodbank collection. I stared up at those towering stone walls so dense and macabre, it reminded me of a prison I’d seen on TV. We couldn’t even go all the way into the convent, just into a long corridor which led to a hatch in the wall where we could leave our donations. I tried to peek through the gap at the nuns, desperate to understand why they remained hidden behind that wall. I never saw them, just a slightly withered hand, sweeping the box of donations away and behind the hatch.
By Kelly Fisher6 years ago in Horror