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One Thousand Miles Per Hour
I am someone who is always very careful. Since the day I was born nothing I had ever done wasn't methodically thought out or done without the utmost extreme caution. So the day I was selected to go to the moon I had failed. Or something was very wrong. Let me go back and explain.
By Eliza Vargas6 years ago in Horror
Goop
I awoke this morning to the blurry view of a ceiling that was not my own. The delinquent beams of golden sun that poked their wandering light through minor imperfections in aged drapery painted the news of a new morning. The haze of sleep hung heavy in my mind still, making every thought nothing more than background noise, but it would become deciphered once the fog between my ears and behind my eyes began to finally dissipate. My body made the executive decision to begin the day before my mind could once again stifle the advances of time. I peeled the heavy down comforter and smooth linens from my skin and briefly mourned the loss of their embrace. Feet met carpet as my legs swung over the side of the bed. I appeared to be wearing nothing more than silken boxer shorts. My eyes stared blankly ahead, deciding the time had not yet come to focus on anything in particular, resulting in nothing more than a nondescript haze of dimly lit shapes around me. My thoughts began to become apparent, as if I were finally zeroing in on their frequency through thick static. My left hand began to grope the smooth surface of the table beside my bed, eventually finding a cigarette and delivering it to the dehydrated surface of my lips where it stuck and hung loosely. As my lighter sparked and smoke filled my throat, my mind, body, and senses finally found a commonground. The carpet beneath my feet was smooth and short, clean and economical. The dark wood paneling on the walls was stained with the same deep chestnut as the furniture around the room. The walls above the handrail were painted, or perhaps papered, with a shade of what must have once been off-white, but had developed warmth with age, giving off a vague nostalgia reminiscent of a grandmother’s kitchen first thing in the morning. I stood and pulled back the curtains covering the window, immediately flooding the room with blinding light. As my eyes began to adjust, I scanned the room for details that my mind had failed to retain of the previous day, or had it been longer? I walked a few short paces from the window to a desk, upon which was a notepad with the heading Bergenheim Luxury Hotel & Suites. The surface of the desk was covered with a glass pane, the majority sprinkled with remnants of various substances. Torn, crumpled, and otherwise discarded pieces of notepaper littered the floor. Most of the scraps contained nonsensical words, number sequences correlating to nothing, and bizarre scribbles and doodles. One had what appeared to be a portrait of Richard Nixon with massive eyes and lips that looked as if they could burst through the page and the words “FEAR MONGREL” scribbled over it. I crossed the room to the French doors that divided the suite and stepped into the sitting area, or at least what remained of it. The couch had been overturned and shredded to pieces, a new touch tacked on this time to an all too familiar scene. The powder blue wallpaper had been scorched, gouged, and scribbled upon with more queer images and meaningless characters, the phones had been violently ripped from the walls, leaving scars and tattered wires where the connection had once been, and empty liquor bottles were strewn about, some broken, some still full. I took in the scene from the doorway of the bedroom in the same detached but shocked way one takes in the scene of a horrible accident from a distance. After all, what was another hotel room? At least this time I had made it inside. Surely I’d be asked to answer for my crimes and the damages I had caused in my drug induced fugue, but worry evaded me. Now was not the time to panic, plus the “James Clover” that had reserved the room would cease to exist as soon as the doors of this hotel closed behind me. I heard a knock at the door. The sound froze me in place.
By Groupielivesmatter 6 years ago in Horror
Chapter 1 - Michelle
The blazing sun had turned our trailer into an oven, so Frankie and I sought relief in a small, plastic kiddie pool. I reclined in one of our old lawn chairs with my feet in the ankle-deep water as he splashed around with his toys. The piss-warm pool wasn’t much cooler than the air, but it was better than the stifling heat inside. I closed my eyes for what couldn’t have been more than a minute, but was jolted awake by the sudden silence; toddlers (especially mine) were never quiet. I glanced down into the pool, and my heart leaped into my throat.
By Alyssa Ramos6 years ago in Horror
Hell of a Day
The office was a square of beige walls and cream colored furniture. The desk was set a precise 90 degree angle to the door and held nothing that was not absolutely necessary for the owner to do its job. The being to whom the office belonged was, in its own way, just as forgettable as its workspace. It was a thin, weedy thing with no gender. Its skin was a matte grey, just smooth enough to avoid interesting looking wrinkles. Though young, it had been created for its job and was perfectly at home in Hell’s structure. The entire subset of punishment or judgement related afterlives took on the collective name of Hell after the Christian variations began to multiply exponentially.
By Megan Chadsey6 years ago in Horror
Review of 'Into the Dark: The Body'
I said in my review last week of Into the Dark's current episode, "The Current Occupant," that I'd be going back and coming back to review all the earlier episodes, so here's my review of "The Body," the very first episode in this Hulu series.
By Paul Levinson6 years ago in Horror
A Haunted Farmhouse: The Troll Lady
As I've said before, paranormal/supernatural/ghost stories are a dividing subject. Either you believe, you are open to the idea, or you don't. I have had enough experiences that made me think there is something else out there, that there is more than just us here on earth.
By Evie Sinclair6 years ago in Horror
What a Doll!
I. Just Another Saturday at Miller's Mikey sauntered into Miller’s sundries and soda shop, craning his neck to see past the crowd of poodle-skirted girls loitering around the candy display case at the entrance. Many heads in that group turned and followed his progress further inside as if a magnet connected each of their eyes to his moving form. Broad shoulders, easy charm, and a pleasant face made Mikey popular and well-liked at his high school, Centerville High. This was made even more apparent as some of the bolder girls greeted him along the way, while others whispered and giggled among themselves nodding in his direction and at the booth that sat three other teenage boys. Two identical arms waved him over as the group caught sight of him--the towering, towheaded brothers, the Helgenflaat twins, and the devilish (and devilishly handsome) reigning King and quarterback of Centerville's football team, Colin Mathers.
By Tricia De Jesus-Gutierrez (Phynne~Belle)6 years ago in Horror
My Demons
I want to tell you about one of my stories of the supernatural, these made me a believer of the supernatural ad its dangers to anyone, and you can deem this fact or fiction but to me it happened and this is recount of how it happened, enjoy. The first story begins here…I was cursed at birth to die thanks to my dad pissing off a gypsy lady right before my parents found out my mom was pregnant with me. But my dad, he had been cursed to die that night and it never happened thanks to it passing to me and turning into a curse that plagues me every seven years. For the first seven years I had no issues at all and my parents long before forgot about the gypsy lady in the market. I went to bed after playing spyro the first game for PS1 and I instantly knew something was wrong. When I entered my dreams like normal, it was as if I was really there in person. I was a smart kid and knew about dream walking thanks to my mom. I scanned my dream for anything and only found mountains covered by shadow from the blood red sky with dark black clouds and the soil red like mars. I was nowhere I had ever been, seen, or even heard of. I wasn’t fully scared being a super cocky kid and I loved to fight bullies and knew about control of the dream realm, what could go wrong! I walked in a single direction and saw nothing changed after a bit, so I decided I was tired of my dream, I opened a portal to my favorite dream….it didn’t open. A voice sounded in my head and I could sense death was literally right next to me. The voice turned to three as they said so you’re the one, the one we need to kill to be free from this shell, free to kill the mortals as we please. I turned to see three creature red in color but one who was red and black armor with wings in its back who stood to my left and the red demon with a polearm spear in gold armor and cloth between the armor pieces, the middle one was human looking and stood 9 feet tall but had horns like a dragon and was fully covered in red scaled armor and had no other features besides claws for finger tips. I keep looking them over when one starts to move towards me, I stop them by asking them who they are at least before they try to kill me. The leader laughed at me. He named them three, Leviathan, my lieutenant, and I am a lord of hell the lord of flies, also called Beelzebub. I asked him if he thinks he can. The lieutenant rushes forward again to strike at me. I side stepped as his spear flew past my face and I rush forward and strike the demon clear in the face but what I did next almost changed the game for me, I thought my fist weighed nothing to me but hit like a semi. The demons armor took the hit and sent him sliding back but not like I would have hoped for. The laugh again, and ask what I was trying to do. I hit you in the jaw with a 16-wheeler semi-truck. The demons again laugh and claim such things won’t kill them. I rush forward and think myself right behind them and strike the lieutenant again in the side and thought of the strongest thing I could hit with, I ended up with the strength of the hulk since it’s my favorite movie, I hit him and launched him across the desert and int the distance, I then kick the leviathan thing in the chest and send it flying into the air to only caught itself mid-flight. I recover and launch a attack my dad taught me, where you spin punch and follow with a kick and shoulder to take your enemy to the ground. But he caught my wrist and leg and lifted me up into the air. You thought you could win against us. You puny insect of a meat sack. He screams, and then tosses me through the air o to the sandy ground, but as I look up the three demons stood there hurt a little but still laughing, they then lung at me and I turned to run and jedi step away into the desert but I feel a cold searing pain in my back as I’m propelled forward from claws striking my back. I woke up right before I hit the ground, and the claw marks were still there and three days later they either disappeared or healed beyond what should be possible for such a claw mark. My mom told me it was serious and we did a dream reading and blessed my room. Weird it didn’t happen until 7 years later; this time was a little different. They showed up and I forgot what they were or who until they reminded me, whereas this time I could hurt them thanks to my aged mind. I took them to anther area this time and portal jumped us out of the desert and into the night sky filled with darkness and red strikes of lightning. We floated there and I grabbed the weakest one the lieutenant and started in on killing this creature. I struck but I didn’t limit my hit and just increased it as I struck. I hit once throwing the demons head into a unnatural position like he over cracked his neck but I didn’t stop as I upper cut the demon with more force in the nuts, but it just sent it into the air and I followed with a curved kick which connected with his side and sent the demon flying into a mountain and made a large impact that I felt and I notice a few flying chunks of metal in the air that came from my strikes on the demon. I turned to the other demons who sat by as I pummeled their friend. They point to there friend and tell me to continue or I will die. I look back just in time to see the demon right in front of me flying full steam ahead and about to strike me with his halberd spear, I dodged in time and grab him and his tail as I throw him through the air and into the distance. I waited for him to come back and he didn’t this time. I turned to the lord of flies, and the leviathan appears before me. I swing and without stopping to talk, I hit the creature of the pit in the rib cage with a solid right hook but it doesn’t even hurt him. He hits me without seeing him strike, and I’m flying through the air. I stop myself and end up waking up as he rushes forward. The next night I talked to my mom about the situation in little detail other then the demons in my dreams. She advised me to think of her next time I entered that realm of theirs. This time I entered ready for them. When I entered the realm of my dreams this time I did as my mom said and it made my mom appear in my dreams and the demons ran after realizing they couldn’t harm my mother’s apparition I summoned. My moms form ended up attacking them and chasing them through the desert even to this day.
By Michael Douglas6 years ago in Horror
