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Think twice before you blink.
This story is a warning for the young and old for the innocent and veteran's corrupted already by today's world. I want to tell you my story that took place in 2003 in the middle of Japan. You can call me Lana. I was sixteen years of age blue eyes and my hair had been turned strawberry blond for work I'm of Eastern European descent. I was brought over to Japan for a modeling contract and I wished for an experience of culture to learn a new language to taste authentic food to meet new friends and possibly a boy. Learn history etc. at my age I was aware of the danger but I never would have thought what was next in this chapter of my life would happen to anyone let alone me. My agent in Japan was named Kiyoko. She picked me up from the airport and got me to sign my paperwork she was a model herself and was tall with long black hair we chatted while in her car and brought me to an empty apartment. I was used to sharing an apartment with other girls from my last gig in Hong Kong. It was a small loft-style room on the ground floor of a small apartment building. With thin windows and my living room was my kitchen. I was used to small spaces so having a room to myself was exciting and very freeing. I spoke some Japanese already from lessons in school when I was living with my family in South Korea. I set up my Laptop to let my family know I was safe and I made it to Japan okay. They were only a few hour flights away in South Korea. I unpacked my bags and walk around the neighborhood. My first experience was looking for a grocery store nearby. I found my way back home to see a note on my door. It was in Hiragana and back then google translate wasn't even an app at that time. I thought nothing of it and put the note on my countertop to have someone translate it for me. I thought nothing of it as I made my lunch for the next day. I opened my window to only find my lock on the window broken. I e-mailed Kiyoko to have someone please fix my lock because I was on the ground floor. I went to bed and slept with a light on.
By Dea.6 years ago in Horror
Movie Review: Johnny Gruesome
Spoiler: He doesn't get his revenge, and I can't get my 90 minutes back. There is nothing good about this movie. I repeat, nothing.
By Jen Chichester6 years ago in Horror
Story About Rose
When Black Rose was just three years old her mother left her. She was raised by her drunken father who didn’t care for her. All he cared about is staying drunk. She was made fun of all through school ‘cause she didn’t have her mother around. All through she was unstable and violent. All she wanted to be someone excepted her, that’s when she ran into a group of people that excepted her with all her troubles and trouble past. It wasn’t long until one of the guys named Luca sparked her interest. Over months of being together all the time, their relationship progressed quickly, until one night when she and Luca were alone. It was the night Luca was going to make her one of them (Vampire). Rose didn’t know what he was, all she cared about was she was alone with him for the first time since meeting him. When Rose woke up the following morning she was alone and she had bite marks on her neck and arms with blood stained on her lips. She couldn’t remember what happened the night before. All she could remember is that she was with Luca and everything else was just gone from her mind. All she knew is that her throat was burning and dry. She walked in the kitchen to get herself a glass of water, as she started drinking it she ended up spitting in out everywhere. Then something hit her hard all over her body, she didn’t know what was going on. All of a sudden her hearing got stronger that she could hear people talking a block or two away from her house. Then she started smelling something like rust and it keeps getting stronger and stronger than when she realized she picked up the smell of blood, the smell made her throat start burning again, but this time it started feeling so uncomfortable like someone was pouring acid down her throat. She was holding onto the edge of the counter as her head started spinning with all these questions. She was trying to figure out what was happening to her. When she finally came to she realized she held a piece of her counter in her hand. As she was trying to gather her thoughts, she heads to the bathroom, as she turns on the light and looked into the mirror she didn’t she but a stranger look back at her she saw that there was something different about her that she couldn’t figure out. She saw that her skin was paler than usual, her eyes had dark circles around them. As she was looking at herself in the mirror to see if there were any other changes, she felt something sharp stick her finger and her bottom lip. So she started checking around her mouth to see if something was there that’s when she saw that her two top k9’s were swallowing and sore. That’s when she saw that they were longer than usual and sharp. That’s is when she knew whatever happened that night with Luca had changed her life forever. She needed to find Luca and the others, she wanted answers. But before she could think where to start looking that’s when her thirst for blood started taking over.
By Meghan Chiever6 years ago in Horror
The Warning
It’s a cold, dreary night. The stars are veiled by thick rain clouds, promising to burst at any moment. Angelica doesn’t seem to mind as she goes out for her daily late night walk. She breathes in the cold air, immediately feeling refreshed. She loves nights like these because they’re calmer. The streets that are usually bustling with activity are quiet enough that she can hear her own feet hitting the pavement.
By Sara Rupert6 years ago in Horror
A Deep Sleep
I could see nothing. Had I gone blind? There wasn’t a light in sight and I couldn’t even see myself, despite having a clear understanding that I was there, existing. I look down and my whole body was...missing. It was as if reality itself was malfunctioning and the whole screen of life shut down, power off. Then, I heard a frail, soft voice....
By Emily Carroll6 years ago in Horror
Washington Irving and The Legend of Sleepy Hollow
Washington Ivring and The Legend of Sleepy Hollow part one: setting and time period Ivring was a writer who wanted to bring folklore and fairy tales to the real world. He wanted to us to feel as if this was a legend that had truly happened in some forgotten little town full of sleepwalking people. Its is in this tiny town that a ghost lurks at night, riding down dirt roads and past new churches into the unknown wilderness that lie before the residents of Sleepy Hollow.
By Liv Atterson6 years ago in Horror
Smoke and Mirrors
When I was little my big brother used to perform magic tricks for me. He loved magic, he loved magic so much he wanted to be a magician so bad. And every time he performed a magic trick, I would never believe it. I think that's why he showed me his tricks more than anyone else, because it's always the skeptics you want to turn, isn't it? It can't be very fulfilling if there isn't at least one person, one realist who is so completely nailed to the earth in logic. To show them a magic trick, something absolutely and flawlessly impossible. To stun every single nerve in there body, to finally show them that this is it. This is magic. It's real. Absolutely anything is possible. To change that person's core beliefs. To make them see that maybe their dreams could come true. That's magic. The problem is, I always knew it wasn't anything more than just smoke and mirrors. He couldn't make my dreams come true.
By Cassie Lilly6 years ago in Horror
Adam - Is he awakened or simply evil. Pt.1
A deep voice patterned with calm words, carried by a soothing tone that makes you stand tall before your arrogance and fears. It’s how Dr. Brown usually structured his sentences. "You are a man of choice son, a tree in the desert, you can walk away from this now, or you can walk me through slowly inside your head" said Dr. Brown. Adam tried hard to maintain his silence, however, his silence was suffocated by the lack of words available in the English language, needed to express its overwhelming emotions. His eyes might be shut in focus, but the air in this room was barely enough for him to inhale. Dr. Brown then calmly said "have some faith in the inner you. Put down your weapons, and focus on the main goal, it was never a war. Let it flow and watch it peacefully go. Let it go Adam" Dr. Brown has offered Adam a sledgehammer made up of words, all Adam wanted to do with it, was to hammer that wall of hesitation, just once, and watch it collapse; and so it does. Adam's movement decreased noticeably, his breath slowed down, and his eyes broke open like dawn, a river of tears came out of his eyes carrying old memories and negative debris. A long exhale has finally set him free. The sledgehammer had done what it was meant to, but another tool was required to make Adam speak freely, and Dr. Brown believed that silence was that tool. It worked like background music to whatever battle Adam was going through at that moment. Only a few minutes later when Adam barely got off the bed, sips of water were hardly swallowed. He then used his gym shirt to wipe off tears from his face while he said "AHH, Doctor. Ahhh. I still wake up to my mom’s voice, and the whole upstairs still smells like my dad. How can I talk when I never thought I would lose them both in the same month? I am fully sufficient with pain; I don’t have more room inside me to contain any other type of emotions or feelings. I thought about death, killing myself, or just live according to my curiosity. You mentioned choices Doctor, but sometimes having choices are just as bad as having none. I choose to believe in the immortality of my parents, it is not real I know, but I choose to believe. With beliefs, miracles happen. Doctor I will keep on talking, and I will see you again. But I have to get going now; there a life awaiting me behind these walls.” Dr. Brown walked over in a faster pace than usual and held the door open for Adam. "That life awaited you long enough, it started to lose interest in you Adam. You need to impress her to gain her back" Dr. Brown said. Adam called his friend, the only one he wanted to call. They agreed to meet in the park by Adam’s house. It was windy enough to keep the mind distracted; every leaf and every flower was dancing to the rhythm of the breeze. Adam gracefully sat by one of the trees, he started crying softly but his tears were so intense they felt like lava, a calm volcano erupting from within. "The wind..it is so majestic. Its takes just the right amount of ones negative thoughts and soothes out ones dead frozen eyes. It substituted with what it has been carrying for a while, a collection of rose and flower scents and others happy echoes and laughter’s." He said quietly. Adam was talking to the tree he leaned against until he saw his friend walking around like a lost kid. Adam could’ve waved or got up and walked towards her. But he preferred to sit there and enjoy watching her wonder. She soon gave up and began ringing Adam but he never answered the call. She then decided to lean against another tree trunk and just waited there. An hour later Adam decided he wanted to go back home, to his own place. He walked towards her with a slow pace, watching her playing on her phone the whole time, without admiring the surroundings or sunset with even a single look. He stood behind her for a few minutes before she noticed him. Kenzy got up immediately and smiled to see him "Where have you been? I tried to call too with no answer. Been sitting here for at least 3 hours. Can’t feel my ass anymore!" "Hey. Want to come over for a tea. Or maybe whiskey?" He replied, with avoidance of a sure argument. Kenzy start cleaning her jeans, as she nodded her head, yes. They walked in silence the whole way to Adam’s humble home. "Adam, your house is clean but man, you need a woman in your life. I mean this looks like a demo house. Its not cozy at all." Adam poured whiskey in a short glass with a single, homemade frozen Cola cube, he then start drilling a few holes in that cube with a toothpick as if it was art, Kenzy looked at him weird. "I could’ve made these holes before it was frozen" Adams said with a smile. "Yeah. I’m glad you noticed that" Kenzy puts 2 cubes in her drink and mixes it with her finger and walked towards the living room. Adam watches from the kitchen and whispers in disappointment, "Sometimes, the process of making a drink, adds a different feel to the drink itself…" Kenzy sat on the couch; she wrapped her self with one of the blankets Adam had tossed over the arm of the love seat. She then look at Adam, had couple sips of her light whiskey and said, "You never told me about that psychiatrist who had a check list for you to go through. What was the result?" Adam approached the salon slowly; he took off his sweater and sat there with his usual white tank top and sweat pants. Analyzing his whiskey’s smell and texture before sipping on it. He sat next to Kenzy and said, "How about I ask you some of those questions. Maybe I will get to know you more that way. Yeah?" Kenzy immediacy adjusted her position and said, "Shoot!" "Before I do that. We need to drink until words come out of our mouths like pure laughs, before the brain frames them and sucks the soul out of them." Adam suggested. Kenzy nodded in agreement. A few hours went by like a beautiful song. Kenzy impulsively asked Adam "How does it feel to be this drunk and still not able to kiss me? To know that I go home, and lay with another man? All for what? Your silly little head of yours and you constantly over think." " I actually feel better." he calmly said it with a deep eye contact " Is that so? Why did you invite me here for then? Getting me drunk and covered in your favourite blanket? " Kenzy asked. " Kenzy. You were like a snakes poison going through me. Leaving you was the only vaccine I had left. I brought you here to get your opinion." Adam said as he walked back to the kitchen to get more whiskey. Kenzy followed him fast and grabbed his shirt aggressively and pulled him towards her. " There are 1000 men who wish to lay in bed with me, and here I am alone, drunk in your shithole and you don’t even bother to give those looks you used to give me. You used to stare at me like a statue, then smile and look away. What is wrong with you? You can’t be that smart and foolish at the same time Adam" She argued. " We have a completely different personalities Kenz, what I’m interested in is boring to you. What interests you, I got over years ago. You haven’t moved on. Anyways, you aren’t here to talk about that. Let me ask you the questions" He defended. " I’m leaving. You don't deserve anything. Not even an opinion" Kenzy said as she proceeded to the door. With disinterest, Adam said " Alright. Shut the door behind you." She gathered her stuff. Carried her shoes instead of wearing them. Then start mumbling and yelling on her way out. She left the door open and start shouting in the hallway. Adam got up and rushed towards her. " What the hell are you doing? Either you come in or leave quietly" Kenzy then approached him with her car keys and looked him dead in the eyes smearing, " You don’t deserve to be alive. Deep inside you are polluted, nasty and pure evil wrapped in human flesh. Killing you would be my keys to heavens gates. Fuck you Adam and don’t rest in peace you mother fucker" She tried to stab him in the stomach twice but her grip wasn’t strong enough to penetrate it with the keys. She then start holding the keys in a different way to strengthen the grip while Adam kept his eyes still and his breath quiet. Kenzy punched him in the face a few times until his mouth started to bleed. " Do something you devil. You want to die don’t you? Don’t you? You piece of hell" She shouted. "In fact you do." Adam calmly wrapped his fingers in her long hair, pulled her head back and smashed her head against a concrete wall; he cracked her neck a few times and punched her in her skinny belly until he made sure there were no intact ribs left to be broken. He then wrapped her up tightly with his blanket, which fit her smaller-than-average body perfectly, and threw her from his apartment balcony down to the ground. In the salon, he looked around and examined everything slowly and smiled "Everything is better now, no one will dare to disturb this quietness anymore."
By YKarbon6 years ago in Horror
Hunt for the Kansan sewer man
This is another hunt on my time as a solo investigator and in this one, I hunt for the locally famous but little known cryptid called, sewer man of lawrence Kansas. As doing so I am hunting the sewer man (a creature who can project onto EVP devices but itself isn’t a ghost but a physical demonic entity) and as said above once again I am doing a single investigation I did since I lost my first team and lost my first attempt at a start of a new team and I’ve been doing single hunts ever since then while I still am looking for a new team.
By John beckson6 years ago in Horror
Reed Alexander's Horror Review of 'Alien Abduction' (2014)
You know, I did a review of this movie way back when I started doing reviews, and it was part of the ramp up when I went professional with my reviewing as well as my writing. Basically when this film first dropped on Netflix, I was still largely focused on political commentary, and movies like Alien Abduction (2014) were part of my transition into taking horror seriously.
By Reed Alexander6 years ago in Horror
Child's Play - review
Brief synopsis: When a disgruntled employee in the factory that creates the Buddi doll, a wifi enabled, learning computer, small toy boy, decides to adjust the setting on the doll, removing all its safety features, it has dire consequences after it ends up in the home of a poor single mother who gets it for her son.
By Q-ell Betton6 years ago in Horror
Room 403
She had been working there for less than a year, the Hotel was nothing to write home about, but she couldn't complain it about either. It was an honest living. The building was old when she started, but as she gained skills and evolved, the place went under some remodelling, almost in tandem.
By Tomás Brandão6 years ago in Horror