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Carry me In
“I’m sorry, Johnny, I can’t afford it.” Tanya shook her head. It was always this way on the car ride home from school. Johnny made a list of have-nots to tally a few more reasons she was failing as a mother.
Sarah DuPerronPublished 2 years ago in HorrorMassive Damage: Chapter 2
CHARLIE GRABS HIS SISTER AND PUT HER IN A WHEELCHAIR AND GOES THROUGH THE HALLWAY WITH HER AND GOES THROUGH THE FIRE EXIT AND THE NURSE/ WORSHIPER IS FOLLOWING HIM AND START RUNNING WITH THE WHEELCHAIR OUTSIDE AND THE GRANDFATHER SHOOTS THE NURSE IN THE BACK. SHE TURNS AROUND PISSED AND JUMPS ON TOP OF THE GRANDFATHER AND STARTS CLAWING HIM UP.
Victor Robinson IIPublished 2 years ago in HorrorMassive Damage: Chapter 1
IN 1983, ON THE DARKEST NIGHT OF THE YEAR WITH THE FULL MOON BRIGHTEN UP THE SKY. TWO LITTLE GIRLS ARE SLEEPING PEACEFULLY UNTIL THEIR FATHER COMES TO THE ROOM DRAGGING THEM OUT THE ROOM TO GET THEM OUT THE HOUSE WHILE TRYING TO GET OUT OF THE HOUSE THEIR MOM IS BEING THROWN AROUND BY AN UNSEEN FORCE THAT IS TRYING TO POSSESS HER THE CHILDREN ARE FRIGHTENED BY THEIR MOTHER’S SITUATION AND DON’T KNOW WHAT GOING, AND THE FATHER IS DRAGGING THEM TOWARDS DOOR AND OPENS AND SEES A FIELD OF PEOPLE OUTSIDE INCLUDING THE KIDS GRANDMOTHER WHO COMES TOWARDS THE HOUSE AND GRABS THE FATHER FROM HIS KIDS.
Victor Robinson IIPublished 2 years ago in HorrorAdaptation
Peter was standing in his doorway, bathrobe lazily put on and tied loosely around my waist, scratching the disheveled hair atop his head and staring from his open door at the source of the buzzing noise that had woken him up so prematurely. It seemed to be a set of four drones, each slick black in color save for a glowing red light affixed to the front and held aloft by sets of whirring propellers, all working together to carry a large package just above his doorstep. After appearing to acknowledge his presence at the door with a whistling sound shared between them, the machines released the harness holding the container and ascended to destinations unknown. As the large box dropped to the ground with a thud, Peter focused less on the delivery itself and more on the carriers, watching them fly away just as soon as they arrived. When their disruptive noises had dissipitated, he turned his attention back to what they had left for him. He saw no packaging label, no return or forwarding address, just a logo that read "M-X Inc." No shipping or delivery company he had ever heard of, certainly, but it had to be at his place for a reason. Too tired after his rude awakening to consider the possibility of hostile intent behind this package, Peter picked it up with a groan of effort from its surprising weight and brought it inside.
Pierpont BuckPublished 2 years ago in HorrorBoxed In
Gusts of wind swirled the front doorstep of a quaint suburban home in the small town of Joelton. Autumn leaves were whisked away from the brick landing of the fourth house on the left of Market Drive. The home was a wholesome blue-grey, two-story contemporary farmhouse with white trimming, a large oak door, and dark blue shudders. A black drone with four articulating rotors hovered over the concrete landing, carrying a large package. It lowered the package to the ground and a unison of clicks could be heard as the drone released the box. After allowing it to settle, the drone navigated to the door, and with robotic precision, rang the doorbell. It then quickly backed itself out from under the awning and disappeared into the skyline.
Kal JordanPublished 2 years ago in HorrorThe Fireplace
There’s something living in my fireplace. The ancient thing hasn’t worked since we moved in, and I imagine it’s been decades since a real flame scorched the insides of the cinder block chimney. Although, the blackened space where logs once rested is evidence that it did, indeed, once upon a time burn red and orange. Now, the only signs of life coming from the old fireplace, is an occasional spider emerging from the cobweb laden hearth. That was of course, until I started hearing the noises.
Andrew PerkinsPublished 2 years ago in HorrorYou Shouldn't Be Me
Gwen woke up with yet another bruise on her leg. Knowing her mom would freak out again, she quickly threw on some jeans. After fumbling around in search of a bra and sweater, she remembered her glasses and stumbled downstairs for some breakfast.
Catherine BurfordPublished 2 years ago in HorrorThe President's Chair
Stage Right: Interior, apartment living room. A man sits slouched on a loveseat facing a TV screen. He is wearing a headset. The muffled sound of yelling tells us that his volume is louder than necessary. The coffee table is filled with books that vary in thickness. Along the back wall we see a light through a door frame with the sound of pots and pans rattling and a woman's voice humming.
Ethan J BeardenPublished 2 years ago in HorrorAni-Murder
To Baby Esther, the original Betty Boop. 1 Los Angeles, California. 1936, 8:30 AM. Eleanor Bailey sits in an office of Walters’ Toon Studios. She takes a drag from the cigarette betwixt her cartoon fingers. Exhaling, adding more to the smoke that was already floating around the room.
Mike MantsouraniPublished 2 years ago in HorrorThump
I walked in the backdoor tired from another tough day at work. I enjoy teaching—sometimes—but often it just exhausts me. I’m too introverted for the job; speaking for hours on end makes me want to crawl into my bed, get into the fetal position, pull the covers over my body, and shut off from the world.
Robert PettusPublished 2 years ago in HorrorWater
(Finalist in the Sir Julius Vogel Awards) Water ©2015 Lee Pletzers This e-edition ©2021 Lee Pletzers Cover art Pixabay Free Images. License CC0
Lee PletzersPublished 2 years ago in HorrorThe Vampire in the Window
A peculiar man crosses the street in the dark. This far out in the country there are no lamp posts for comfort or guidance. No cars cut through the ink with their headlights far this part of the world is quiet sleepers who turn to their pillows early in the afternoon. So, he moves as a shadow under the moonlight, caught only by the distant porch lights of other houses.
Laura LannPublished 2 years ago in Horror