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The Garage
I've never really liked telling people about this, it was easily the most tragic and scarring thing that has ever happened in my life. I've only talked about it a few times, mainly to therapists that my mother continually made me see. I'd never go in detail, or at least not try to, never was one for therapy, I only really went to quell my mother's fear that I'd never get over this; but you can't just move past something like this.
By Puti Jhyau6 years ago in Horror
Shanna and Shrisse
The first time I met Shanna and Sharisse they were just 12. We had moved into the house next door and the two girls in their red and white dresses sat on the front porch of their own house. They didn’t smile or laugh or say hello. They only waved for a moment and then kept staring.
By Puti Jhyau6 years ago in Horror
Inky and Gracie
something happened last month that brought the worst memories of my life to come flooding back. For 3 generations my family has owned land in Central California. My great grandfather made a life there and raised a family. It can be a miserable place, its hot and dusty during the summer and damp and freezing during the winter but the view was rather nice during the sun rise/sun set. The land was fairly close to the small airport outside of town, the only source of light outside of the property. My sister and I were the first two in the family to not grow up there. We lived a short 15 minute drive into town. Everyone besides my parents and grandmother (on my fathers side) had lived or passed away there so needless to say we have a lot of history on this land.
By Puti Jhyau6 years ago in Horror
All That Was Left of Penny
It was no great thing for Penny to clamber from her bedroom window to the ground below. She had done it more than once with her skirts on; in this approved apparel anything seemed possible, anything but being a lady. That hope was done with forever. She had crossed the line now. Before her lay—she hardly knew what—but the thought chased the fun from her face.
By Nathan Carver6 years ago in Horror
Penny Takes Her Own Way
“Elizabeth?” “Yes ma’am.” “Hast thou aired thy bed and prayed in private, earnestly seeking forgiveness for thy sins of yesterday?” Mrs. Lane came down the long hall and eyed with disapproval the girl sitting idly on the top step of the porch.
By Nathan Carver6 years ago in Horror
Penny Loses Her Father
PennyyyyBefore there was a Debian, there was a Penny Mason, and with her we must deal first. One July morning, over a hundred years ago there stood in a forlorn room of a log house in Plymouth, a tall, severe looking woman in rich apparel, and a ragged desperate child of fourteen. On the floor in a drunken stupor, lay a man.
By Nathan Carver6 years ago in Horror
Matrimony at Kairouan
As soon as the bridal pair had disappeared the crowd turned its friendly attention to us, and I thought we should never fight our way through the mob of women. I caught a glimpse of the young Englishwoman in a perfect maelstrom of females, her hat off, her blouse almost torn from her shoulders. I waded to her with difficulty as one might through heavy surf, and laughing and breathless we at last got clear and out into the open air. The Englishmen and Hassan had had to stay outside, only women being allowed in. “And was the bride very beautiful?” Hassan asked with romantic interest. He told us the feast that would take place next day would be a great one: half a sheep roasted, cakes and sweetmeats of every kind.
By Nathan Carver6 years ago in Horror
The Haunting of Self [Part II]
About ten minutes pass, and I remember being in a state of dreamy haze when out of the corner of my eye, I could make out a figure that resembled Ava, my Turkish Angora who usually sleeps with me, perked up. She was staring intently at me, fiercely meowing, tail firmly straight and up as if she was gearing to attack. I wanted to tell her to stop, but what escaped my mouth sounded more like deep painful wailing. I then made out what sounded like a hazy knocking. About 20-30 minutes must have passed without me having any recollection of my actions, when I found myself sweaty in my bed again.
By Nathan Carver6 years ago in Horror
The Haunting of Self [Part I]
Dear Nathaniel, I just want to preface this email by saying that what you are about to read is 100% true. Believe me or not, what's written down is a true occurrence that happened just this morning. I believe you’re an expert on this subject matter and I want your help to clear out my confusion.
By Nathan Carver6 years ago in Horror
Mother, Leave me alone
When I was twelve years old, my mom walked out on my family. I was the one who found the note. It was short, and said that while she loved me, my dad, and my brother, she wasn't happy and needed to be somewhere else. She promised she'd call as soon as she was settled and had a phone. As most walk-outs followed by short notes go, we never saw her again.
By Nathan Carver6 years ago in Horror
