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Blue Moonlight Part Thirteen: The Flutter of Two Blue Butterflies
A heavy sadness hung over us, the pain of our loss fresh on our minds. Elania hadn’t spoken for a while, Shadow not able to get to her. Telling everyone to stop, confusion flashed in all of their eyes. Tension built in the air, Elania charging at me. Her arms wrapped around my neck, her boot slamming into my stomach. My air pipe crunched underneath her strengthening grip, Jean stepped forward. She tossed him into a tree, her eyes completely black. The black trees decayed around her, cold sweat dripping off of my brow. Terror widened my eyes, gurgles of dying oxygen bubbled up my throat. Her claws ripped open my chest, her fingers wrapping around my black heart.
Brittany MitchellPublished 2 years ago in HorrorExpress Menu
TALBOT A. felt the whirring hum even before she opened her eyes. She did not know, at that point, that she should not to be able to feel the movement, regardless of how fast the train was moving. Or that this was her very first sign that things here were broken.
Michelle MeadPublished 2 years ago in HorrorChief Complaint: Other
We discharged our last patient with his right arm snug in a sling, much to his chagrin. What did he expect, drinking a twelve pack and raising hell on an ATV in the pitch-black night? He was lucky he only fractured his clavicle and not his skull, where his remaining two brain cells vied for dominance.
N.J. GallegosPublished 2 years ago in HorrorHappy House Hill
Once upon a time, there was a marvelous house, on a modest hill, at the edge of a quaint little town. The Happy House was a good house, it loved to make people happy, but it always knew that the people who would come to live within its walls would leave eventually. It struggled to understand the human mind. It made The Happy House sad to think about how lonely it would be without a family, as it wondered:
Dinner Train
What I can hear: The Squeak, squeak, squeak of rattling metal against metal. What I can feel: The rumble of movement. The distinct feel of a vehicle moving.
Megan ThomasPublished 2 years ago in HorrorAnd Hell Followed
It is preferable not to travel with a dead man- Henri Michaux Part One The year was 1916, and the town of Rhyolite steadily spiraled down the economic hole. Her townspeople sought opportunities far from her wasteland.
Teresa Evelyn HartPublished 2 years ago in HorrorNext Stop, Nowhere Good
As my vision comes into focus, the ache behind my eyes begins to fade, and my temple throbs to the rhythm of my heartbeat. A slight chill in the air tickles my skin as I come to and examine my surroundings; the scent of steel fills the air as the plush red cushion of my seat gives way and groans beneath me. The lighting is dim as I shift my weight, bringing myself upright as I rub my eyes and notice a contrast with the true darkness outside. I notice a methodical clatter-clack echoing around me, further noting that the space around me quakes to the beat of that sound. It seems that I'm...in a rather fancy train car? I touch a warmth i feel upon my temple, and experience a blinding tinge of pain as faint blood is evident on my hand. I gaze upon my odd surroundings, and ponder for the moment...how did I even get here? I don't remember getting on a train, but...more importantly than that...I soon realize...that I don't think I can even remember who I am?
Christian Jose De La Vega RegaladoPublished 2 years ago in HorrorGens una sumus
In the immediate moments I awoke from a twilight dream, I realised first that I had a thumping headache, and second, that the man lying next to me was dead. This must have been a recent transition. Spittle had dripped from his hanging mouth to the leg of my dark jeans and was a bequeathment that I certainly hadn’t asked for. His face was half hidden under a dark top hat, so I peered below to see that his pale eyes were open, but there were no embers within them now. Those internal fires had been doused, drenched, flooded.
Robyn CliffordPublished 2 years ago in HorrorThe Destiny
I waited in the graveyard by the light of the full moon for him to rise. I hid my stake up my sleeve and armed my pockets with holy water. When he rose, he didn't see the cross around my neck as he sniffed me, desperate for the smell of fresh blood. I gave him a little time to savour the smell and feel the silky smoothness of my skin.
Carol TownendPublished 2 years ago in HorrorThe Vampire
As Jane woke up, she realized that she was on a train - but she had no idea how she'd gotten there. The train was showing no signs of slowing down. She looked around, trying to get her bearings, but everything was a blur. The only thing she could make out was a dark figure in the corner of the car, watching her intently.
Mashal HaroonPublished 2 years ago in HorrorThe Lost Exam
Abby Morris was sobbing uncontrollably at her kitchen table. She was swiping pictures on her iPhone 11 with a feeling of helplessness and grief. There were old images of herself posing with another woman. She looked away from her phone as she tried to control her emotions.
Leona ValentinePublished 2 years ago in HorrorThe Final Destination
‘Are you ok sir?’ the Conductor asked. John had been fast asleep and was startled awake; he was still a little bleary eyed as he tried to focus on the man leaning over him.
Mark A. TulloPublished 2 years ago in Horror