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distorted reality
What should I do? I previously discovered a secret passageway, and the door to it has since vanished. I have already tried looking for the catch while pretending to drink from my water glass with one hand hidden behind my back. Now all of the painted wall is just a single solid panel. That access point has been blocked! I use the opportunity to toss my head around while brushing my hair in an effort to give the impression of composure while frantically searching every corner of the room for additional ideas.
Gabriel TourePublished about a year ago in HorrorHouse Of Mystery
One of the most alarming and absolutely abhorrent incidents in contemporary history occurred in the baby boondocks of Amityville, New York, in the 1970s. The adventure began in November 1974, when a man named Ronald DeFeo Jr. atrociously murdered his absolute ancestors in their home at 112 Ocean Avenue. He killed his parents and four ancestors with a burglary while they were sleeping, claiming that he heard a choir command him to do it.
"The Demon Tree: A Horror Story"
Once upon a time, in a small town nestled in the heart of the forest, there lived a young girl named Lucy. She was an orphan, and had been raised by her grandmother in a small cottage on the edge of town.
VasanthBeastPublished about a year ago in HorrorRussian Sleep Experiment
The Russian Sleep Experiment was a notorious study conducted by Soviet scientists in the late 1940s. The purpose of the experiment was to investigate the effects of prolonged sleep deprivation on human subjects. The scientists believed that if they could keep their subjects awake for long periods of time, they could increase their productivity and improve the efficiency of their workforce.
Finola bozlarPublished about a year ago in HorrorDark Magic
She tells me it was luck, that I had some luck and my luck was bad. “It was not your fault,” she tells me this like it was something that happened in the past. A blip. The universe hiccupped and I suffered as a result.
Varsha KewalramaniPublished about a year ago in HorrorSomeone Has Died
Someone has died. Of this, I am certain. I know it because I always know it. As I lie here alone in this big, empty bed and listen to the rain, I remember it as it returns to me, this feeling, this dread, skittering up and down my throat with a thousand little legs. It settles in my stomach like a great stone, a solid, sickening weight. It is rancid in its heaviness and unmistakable in its familiarity. Someone has died. I do not know who.
Varsha KewalramaniPublished about a year ago in HorrorAdelaide's Cemetery
Death was accompanied by the patter of nurses’ rubber-soled shoes marching briskly along linoleum floors. The smell of antiseptic solution. A gurney wheel, in need of oil, squeaking rhythmically as another patient was rushed past. Starchy white sheets, and the sharp and angular shapes of nurses headdresses.
Varsha KewalramaniPublished about a year ago in HorrorManiacal, Manipulative, Psychotic
The storm had felt like a rumor all day, but now, the sky was delivering. For a second, like a knife catching a glint of light and refracting it in multitude, everything gleamed white. The lightning split the whole sky in half, and in that moment, it was brighter than daylight. The tops of the gravestones seemed to pulse like strobe lights in a night club before blackness settled them down again.
Varsha KewalramaniPublished about a year ago in HorrorHaunted Laboratory
Professor Robert was a brilliant biological scientist who had made a name for himself in the field of studying dead bodies. He had always been fascinated by the mysteries of the human body and had dedicated his life to unlocking its secrets. He had a team of dedicated researchers who worked alongside him, including his female assistant Emily, co-scientists Prof. Sam Andersen and Rob Christo, and Edward Pears.
Ahamed BilalPublished about a year ago in HorrorEncrypted
Rebooting… The computer screen lit up. "Welcome", The computer program greeted. A crumb of nostalgia slipped into my heart. I hadn't opened this thing in years. My fingers were quick to the Forge Application. “Peter! I don’t think this is a good idea”, Joel repeated. He paced the room frantically. Spewing nonsense gardened in the stress of the moment. “You have Sophie, and Gabe right? I had him mentally blocked out. I was more focused on exporting the information.
Samuel CouragePublished about a year ago in HorrorThe Evil Tree
It all began with a tall, old oak tree. Mr. Martin was a farmer, and he had a small farm on the outskirts of town. He had been living there for many years, and he had a fondness for the old tree. He admired its weathered beauty, its twisted branches, and its gnarled roots. Daily, he used to come near the tree and touch it with his fingers, enjoying the smooth feel.
Ahamed BilalPublished about a year ago in HorrorThe Unholy Ghost Ship
The Unholy Ghost Ship" It was a dark and stormy night when the small coastal town of Blackwater received reports of a strange ship appearing and disappearing out at sea. The ship, an old, dilapidated vessel with tattered sails, seemed to materialize out of thin air, only to vanish just as quickly.