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Joystick Demon
I have always been a sucker for a wink and a smile... add to them THE three magic words, and I quite quickly become a hopeless cause. Her name was Lily, and I was 19. “If I knew then what I know now” is what every coffee sipping old timer that sits at my counter says, daily. After tonight though, I doubt I’ll ever reach a stage of grey that gives me the right to quote it. You see, Lily dared me. Those three damned magical words... “I dare you,” winking and smiling. So potently powerful, they make me, for all of the un-apologies of the word, incorrigible!
By Dresden James6 years ago in Horror
Tater Time
Tater Town Cast aside the shadows and the doubts of where they are going and where they had been, the fistful of weary travelers stumbled into “Tater town Café and all you can eat Potato bar and diner” at a little bit before midnight to ease their achy bones. Weary from the road, the travelers were halfway home, a long lonely drive across the plain states with a stop here in Carson, Nevada. Unbeknownst to them, they were in for the night of their lives!
By Patrick Roberts6 years ago in Horror
Haunted 24/7
The Hubbard House wasn’t like other haunted houses. The 3 story gray and white Victorian sat amongst others in downtown Sacramento. Though there was no one living inside, the paint looked fresh and no cobwebs lurked in its corners. No bare trees with branches like bony fingers and knuckles scratched the head of the house. The grass stood devotedly neat and dark green. The hot Sacramento summer suns tried their best to add splashes of brown and yellow highlights to the tips of their green blades, but yet it remained still, unscorched, and stubborn. Weeds dared not cross into its borders and the flowers grew beautifully and flagrantly across the porch. Of these, red roses were the most abundant and colorful, but they always remained closed, never blooming open, and petals never knowing the taste of the ground. They stood as the Queen’s Guard armed with thorns aimed at anyone who dared breach the royal blue double doors or approach the stone with the shimmery piece of metal embedded inside. No one had been inside the house since old man Hubbard passed away 5 years ago; The house simply wouldn’t allow it.
By Samantha Moorer6 years ago in Horror
2025 The Next Stage
The thunder shook Jim’s chest by the square shaped apparatus where a leather wire attached itself to his mask.It covered his nose and mouth, where two air chambers sat on his cheeks. A bolt of lightning appeared like a throbbing vein outside the back window. Along for the ride where his father, and grandmother. Both of which were also wearing masks and breathing devices. To keep his mind busy, Jim spent most of the ride scratching at a red bump on his wrist he had secretly hid from his father. They slowed the car down and pulled into a large parking lot. The big flashy neon sign read “Last Night Diner”.
By Brian Pomphrey6 years ago in Horror
Laundromat
Isaias sat sideways on the very last of a line of pale blue fiberglass chairs. He was looking out of the large laundromat glass window up at the sky above the old mostly run-down buildings that lined the street. With the coming evening, it had begun to morph from a pale blue cloudless sky to a mixture of pink, purple, white, and dark gray as the encroaching clouds rolled in above rushing into one another. There was no doubt a storm coming. Unfortunately for Isaias, he had to wait until after work before he could even begin his laundry, which most likely meant he would not be home before it became dark. The storm was just icing on the cake.
By Malena Lopez6 years ago in Horror
"Can you keep a secret?"
“Can you keep a secret?” He asked as he led me to the room at the far end of the house. I wondered if his air conditioning went out or if he had chosen to turn it off. I was breaking a sweat just walking the small distance from the front of the house to the back.
By Asia, The Colorful Writer6 years ago in Horror
