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In my room
As I sit on my bed, I noticed my heartbeat increasing, hairs lifting on my arms. I am aware of something happening around me. I feel the coldness reaching from the closet out to me, but there is no draft coming in, I’ve checked last time. It has to be the old man again, or maybe the little boy; the man lives in my closet. Why must he hurt me, I did nothing wrong! I’m cold, have clammy hands, and light-headed as it creeps up to my knees. I try to fight back; I want to run, but I’m glued to my chair, unable to move. I try to scream, but he takes my voice. The coldness reaches my chest and squeezes so hard. My lungs are burning, why won’t he stop. I must try something, anything, but I know I can’t. I’ve been here before. He has complete control except for my mind. You can’t have it, I beg and cry, but it falls on deaf ears as everything goes black.
By Jenny Marie Legacy6 years ago in Horror
Helen's Bridge
Helen’s Bridge is located at 201 Beaucatcher Road in Asheville North Carolina. There are many different stories that surround Helen’s Bridge, but the one thing they have in common is a woman named Helen who found her untimely death near or on that bridge. The arched bridge is made from quarried stone and was built in 1909 to provide access to the nearby Zealandia Castle.
By Felicia Huffman6 years ago in Horror
Remember, you may not believe it, but anything is possible in a world so seriously strange.
Seriously Strange is one of my favorite content from the Youtuber Rob Gavagan (originally he was known as Rob Dyke, but due to legal actions, he had to change it.) If you are looking for videos on Horror/fear with a hit of comedy, then check out Seriously Strange. On this channel, there are episodes on true crime murders, disappearances, most evil people in the world, or bizarre crimes scene.
By stephanie borges6 years ago in Horror
Halloween Essentials: Part 2
Last time, I went through the thirteen movies and TV shows that directed my interest in horror. Well, when my significant other of fifteen years now Ally heard about my plans for that article, she wanted in on it, too! It makes sense since our mutual interests in gaming and horror movies were what got us together in the first place. (Maybe this could've been a Valentine's Day project...)
By Adam Wallace6 years ago in Horror
Awakened
Cool air swarmed around a small girl. She thought vaguely for a moment that her mom pulled the covers off of her, that it was already morning. But no sunlight shone through her eyelids. Where are those covers? The wind rushed at her once more and she jerked at the feeling, her leg hitting something rough, like bark. Suddenly, she was aware of a man holding her and felt the subtle bouncing motion as he walked. She opened her eyes groggily, confused why her dad took her out of bed. "Daddy?" She yawned and tried to focus on her surroundings. They passed a tree and she finally comprehended they were outside. She searched the distance over her father's shoulder for her house. She spotted it a little off to the left about thirty feet. Confusion swept over her. "Daddy? Where are we going?" He didn't answer, just held the girl tighter. She shivered from the night air; she was still in her pajamas. "I wanna go home." She nestled her head against his shoulder. She felt the prickly hairs on his chin. This annoyed her. Her dad shaved every morning. And... He smelled funny. Like amber and sour milk. She pulled away in disgust. "Daddy," she whined. It was too dark for her to see his face clearly. She saw a lamp light up ahead and was grateful, for she feared the darkness would swallow her whole. The girl wiggled in her father's grasp. Why was he carrying her anyway? She was too old to be held. She squirmed continually, becoming a chore for the man to hold. Finally when the light of the lamp was over them, he dropped her. She fell on her back. "Ouch! Da–" Her exclamation cut short when she looked up at him. She realized with horror that the man who was carrying her was not her dad. She began to crawl backwards as he advanced. He grabbed her arm and hoisted her to her feet firmly. She began to scream. "Let me go!" She yelled. She kicked and clawed as he dragged her with him. Finally, she landed a blow on the back of his knee. He grunted in pain and let go of her. This was all she needed to run back the way they came. She sprinted as fast as her legs could carry her; she was nearly at the edge of her lawn when the man finally caught up to her. The weight of him as he pummeled toward her pushed the girl to the ground. "Help! Mommy, help!" she screamed. But the lights in the house stayed off. She kicked and lunged, but the man wrestled her to the ground. Holding her down with one hand and reaching into his pocket with the other, he pulled out a Zippo lighter. The girl's eyes were wide with terror, watching the flame dance in front of her. "You're parents are dead," he spoke calmly. Then he threw the lighter at the house. At first nothing happened, but slowly, the roof began to glow with flames. "No!" She struggled against him, but he kept a tight hold on him. "No, no, no, no!" She started sobbing. "Mommy!" The man started dragging her away from the flames and she fought him each step. Neither of them saw a dark figure sneak to her attacker. The girl felt the hold on her loosen and she plowed forward into the dirt. She turned and saw that another man had come to her rescue, distracting her kidnapper. She looked up at her savior, bewildered. His dark hair and tall figure faced the body on the ground, who was already getting up from the surprise attack. "Go!" The handsome man commanded in a gentle but firm tone. "Run! Get away from here!" The girl hesitated only a moment, wondering about the welfare of her savior. But as the kidnapper lunged at him, she started running, afraid that she would be captured once again by the scary man. Minutes later, hidden safely in the surrounding wood, she leaned against a tree to catch her breath. She turned back to see her house ablaze. She dropped to the ground in despair, weeping as she watched her house engulf in flames. As the night grew on, the weary girl soon fell asleep on the woodland floor.
By Katrina Jollimore6 years ago in Horror
Dreamer Sphere
I am walking alone. I realize that I am always alone in situations where I wish I had someone. The silence of being alone is deafening. I would say I’m normally a quiet girl, therefore, the silence is usually peaceful to me. Here on the other hand, the silence isn’t peaceful. It is darker and eerie. Yet, remembering how I ended up here is the hardest part. I don’t remember where I was or what I was doing. I am unsure what time it is. I am scared. I feel like I should remember something, anything.
By Alexis Arianna6 years ago in Horror
Alien3
In 1979 Ridley Scott crafted a high concept creature feature with the tagline "in space no one can hear you scream”, which would go on to spawn a successful movie franchise. Following the success of the 1979 film, a sequel was commissioned and would take the form of James Cameron’s Vietnam allegory Aliens, a thrilling adventure that excited audiences and exponentially upped the ante from the previous film. Cameron’s rollercoaster built upon Scott's simple concept and cranked the action up to 12. Consequently, Aliens proved a tough act to follow. Alien 3 turned the dial back down with a somber, and at times, depressing tone. Chugging along through a troubled development history, it released 6 years after Aliens in 1992. Upon release, the film became a lightning rod for negative reviews. Expectations were inordinately high, with trailers calling back to the first film with the tag line, "on Earth everyone can hear you scream". Unfortunately, this created an unrealistic audience expectation, and the film fared poorly in North American. Interestingly, itwas more appreciated in Europe and has in recent yearsreceived a critical reassessment, and with good reason.
By Tess Trueheart6 years ago in Horror
A Filmmaker's Guide to: Nosferatu (1922)
In this chapter of ‘the filmmaker’s guide’ we are going to explore some of the films that have changed our outlook of the possibilities in cinema in some way, shape or form. These can include, but are not limited to: revolutionary cinematography, narratives that challenge the social structure and the common view, trademark styles of auter cinema, brilliant adaptations of novels and other works, films of philosophical value and films that touch our hearts and souls with their incredible underlying messages and morals. Within each of the films in this chapter there is a certain something that makes them special and a certain something that makes them linger long after we have watched them for the first time. Lasting impressions are difficult to create, but I think that the films we will briefly touch on in this chapter are some of the films we will never ever forget.
By Annie Kapur6 years ago in Horror
