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THE GHOST WAS ON TOP OF ME!
I took the long journey from Alaska to Connecticut to visit my family. My sister was picking me up from JFK airport in New York. It was a long trip from Alaska to Connecticut and I was tired when I arrived at JFK airport. I was glad to see my sister, I gave her a big hug. We went to get my luggage at the luggage terminal. We waited until my luggage came, we retrieved them and we went to the car. I was very tired and I almost fell asleep in the car. My sister was a good driver and she knew New York well. The drive from the airport to my mother's home was an hour. I knew once I got there everyone would be excited to see me! How right I was because when we arrived at my mother's home they were really glad to see me! I greeted them with a lot of hugs and kisses, and they did the same to me! My mother asked me how was the plane ride and I told her tiresome! She wanted to know if I was hungry and I told her just for coffee. So we went to the kitchen to get coffee. My sister brought my luggage upstairs because I could not do it. We talked and had a nice time and soon it was time for dinner.
By rose m lewis6 years ago in Horror
Windows to the Mind
The Sentinel School for Special Needs had a dark and chilling past. It had stood since 1930 and mental health had been quite different then. The Sentinel had once been known as Eternal Grace State Asylum. In the early 1900’s, the “mentally ill” or disabled were often treated as sub-human. It showed in their treatment. Lobotomies and shock therapy weren’t the worst of the regimens. They were only rumors, but there were stories of horrific tortures that happened at Eternal Grace.
By Talitha Pernigotti6 years ago in Horror
The October Killer...
The sound of something crashing from right outside my window wakes me. Nigh-lights glowed dimly in the late-night darkness, my tired eyes tried to stay lucid. A twenty-five-year old woman who was still terrified of bumps in the night and had just about fallen asleep when... whatever that was happened. Since in the classic horror movies, after loud crashing comes a hand out from under the bed or someone standing in the doorway, I quickly grab my phone from the floor and avoid looking towards the door as I check the time. Three A.M... Great.
By Elle Lunak6 years ago in Horror
The Utopian Void
10.30am – The Oakhill I drive my silent vehicle into Sycamore Lane looking out for the grounds of number 31 – The Oakhill. A Live-in Home where one of my closest friend’s Mr. R Lester resides. I have known him since I was a boy, and it is all true that he is ostentatious, egregious, pious, hot-willing, inordinate, garish and bizarre. He is entirely complex and has always shown as much, tossing ten pence to the pound to flow beyond the limits of a dreams reach. Which leaps fourth with its fingertips onto something magnanimous and imprudent. Hence his adorned title: Mr. Lavish. It seems odd and ridiculous to pay so much attention to this fact, that at all times it seemed even he was tender of his anxiousness, as to precede the thought which takes an individual from and not to the place one needs to be. The Dreaming Trinket.
By S R Gurney6 years ago in Horror
An Echo of Time
The Rodriguez house had been built long ago by Kevin’s wife’s grandfather. It was a small house in on the poor part of town. But the Ruth’s grandfather had taken good care of it, and so did her father when it became is. Kevin’s wife, Ruth, had grown up in the house. Ruth inherited in the house after her father had passed away.
By Brandon Christian 6 years ago in Horror
Mutant (1984)
100 minutes. Wings Hauser, Jody Medford. Rated R There is much romance to be had here. Not just in the story, but in the execution of this production and at this particular time for horror. It's a small town monster movie made during the slasher era. There are practical effects, stuntmen on fire, bodies flying off of cars and crashing through dark windows during the mayhem. Shot in Atlanta in 1983, it harkens back to another time where you could almost picture this mostly local cast in a western some thirty years previous. The influences are there. Bo Hopkins is our alcoholic Sheriff with a troubled past and the lovely Jennifer Warren is the town doctor, love interest. Wings Hauser and Lee Montgomery round out the cast as two city boys, brothers Mike and Josh respectively. Mike is getting his younger brother out of the city to cheer him up as they intended to just pass through but... they run afoul of some local town "hero's" who aren't so impressed by them. In short order we have road rage inspired stunt driving, an ok bar altercation, some cool exposition and a dead guy who isn't so dead anymore. I'll leave it at that.
By Matt Grant6 years ago in Horror
Falling in Love
For some falling in love might be comparable to an emotional warmth that envelopes your every sense and seals the deal with devotion. For others falling in love might be comparable to fiery floods of passion that engulf your soul and burn it with great vigor and ardor. For Renatta Roux, falling in love was more than passion or emotion. For Renatta falling in love was satisfying. Each time she fell in love, she fed a part of her that was starving for what that lover had to offer. She liked to compare her lovers to some of her favorite foods. Last week she fell deeply in love with Mr. Archibald McGee, a forensic accountant with silky tan skin and eyes the color of pine.
By Roti Lover6 years ago in Horror
I Thought They Were Beautiful
No-one could tell you, and nor could I, when this started. Or even why? But one night as the moon rose and the last rays of sunlight faded, the candles went up. It was like a compulsion. Darkness came and up went the candles. There seemed no real rhyme or reason to it.
By Joshua J Scott6 years ago in Horror
Candle
And it seems to me you lived your life/ Like a candle in the wind. -“Candle in the Wind” Elton John and Bernie Taupin The trunk rattled like the gasps of life from a dying man. Apparently, the driver Avion Fosterton hadn’t paid attention to his suitcases, and failed to secure them inside the vehicle. They knocked against each other down the road in the back of the car. The nighttime had finally found the city in the beginning of October. Fosterton had packed his car and traveled to Wilmington, Delaware from Sussex County to write about the city’s Carhartt Hotel, which was alleged to be haunted. Fosterton, an atheist, knew better. He knew ghosts only belonged in stories.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Horror
