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12.25.26
“Don’t venture out unless necessary. Strong winds are a threat to life.” A red warning had been issued on all the news stations. The gale was soon to turn into a storm and everyone better stay locked in their homes. This was the worst December weather the town had experienced in thirty years. I prayed that the storm would subside in time for Christmas Day in a week’s time. My parents would be counting on me to go home.
By Elizabeth Butler17 days ago in Horror
Sent
My hand was still slick from the knife. I picked up my phone. There was a text already sent when I opened it. 11:48 PM, to a contact saved as nothing. A row of numbers I hadn’t dialed in three years. But some things live under my skin, set over by an old scar I hadn’t noticed, until someone else finds it in the dark and runs their fingertips along its grooved edge. meet me where we used to go. tonight before she wakes up. I read the message standing at my island, a raw piece of meat laid out on the cutting board in front of me. I cleaned off the cleaver I’d used to butcher it, the tap water running, sounding very far away. I was expecting fear to rush through me, the anticipation of such a basic human instinct. But it didn’t come. I kept scrubbing the blade. Then, this uncontrolled vertigo washed over me, reading my own words on a screen I’d swear, on anything, I never wrote.
By tatiana vitas17 days ago in Horror
Phantom Ships
"Never whistle while out on the sea!" The barista at the pirate inn warned while handing Barry a Bye Blackbeard: a drink served on their menu that wards away Blackbeard's ghost on your ship in the Savannah, GA area. The ingredients were rum, bananas, and blood (strawberry juice).
By Seashell Harpspring 18 days ago in Horror
The Ward Below
The asylum had been abandoned for thirty-seven years. Everyone in Blackwood knew why. Blackwood Psychiatric Hospital sat at the end of a dead road, surrounded by trees so thick that even sunlight seemed reluctant to enter. Three of its four floors remained standing, though the uppermost had partially collapsed. The windows were boarded. Ivy strangled the walls. Rusted ambulances sat beneath a crumbling overhang beside the emergency entrance.
By Kaori Knight 18 days ago in Horror
Confessions of a Vampire's Roadie
Chapter I Sir Tim What always gets me about those who get mixed up with the occult or the supernatural is that they always think they're embarking on something that's fun, exotic, erotic, or something that will give them the power and importance they seek, to become even more self-serving or narcissistic than they already are.
By Chet Dembeck18 days ago in Horror
Objectified
Brian and Dan are hanging out at their favorite club The Night Life looking for a good time. “A lotta potential here tonight, ay Danny boy?” Brian starts. “Sure is, blow job Brian.” Danny jokes. “The only thing blowin’ me is one of these baddies by the end of the night.” Dan replied. Dan and Brian warped their way across the packed dance floor. “Yo, are we running a train tonight?” Brian asked. Dan then gave him a mischievous grin of confirmation. “You damn right we are. Don’t we always around this time of the week?”.
By Joe Patterson19 days ago in Horror
