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She
She was coming. There wasn't anything in particular that made him expect her visit. She came by his little home in the woods every so often. She never announced herself, or sent word that her visit was nearing; she simply showed up, chatted with him for a bit, then left. But she was… unnerving, to him at least. Wherever she went, blackbirds followed. Whenever she left, tragedy struck.
Taryn BrownPublished about 9 hours ago in Horror
Black Dawn
It was a shame, she was a beautiful girl, however the fact remained. She had seen him. He was lost in the moment with one of his latest playthings, and she absentmindedly taking out the trash at the dive bar she scratched out a living at. She saw him, and he saw her. There was an unspoken agreement between them that she wouldn't tell. But in this town, secrets were power. And as he was the premier agent in these parts his secrets could make her a golden goddess. He mulled over it for a few weeks, as he watched her. Watched as she attended countless auditions, trying like so many young beautiful children in this city to become a star. He could have made her the star that she was dying to be. But unfortunately, she had seen him. Now the only place she'd be a star was on the coroner's slab, then on the mortician's table as he made her beautiful one last time.
Demitrius CovingtonPublished about 9 hours ago in Horror
Eating my experiences (26)
TOME 31 My lungs were still inundated by phlegm when we started our journey again leave me dependent on my inhaler and coughing with each incline. My throat sore and jagged as the cold air bristled past it, sometimes leaving me gagging. Zach looked like a shell of his former self, not quite recovered. We didn't speak much for the first day back on our feet, but that seemed to be what each of us wanted.
No Escape
Dark red rivulets of blood poured from the gaping wound on her arm. She clutched at it, trying to quelch the flow. It soon became apparent, however, that there would be no time to nurse the gash.They were coming upon her fast, and she had to get away before she would get injured even more, or worse, killed. The sound of thousands of ear splitting screeches in the distance was more than enough to signal her grand escape from the bloodthirsty monstrosities. She groped for the gun attached to her belt. When it was finally in her hand, safety off, she turned tail and ran for the cover of the forest. There it would be harder for the demons to find her. Her wound proved to be too great for her to retain her stamina, and as she limped forward she could hear the creatures gaining on her at an accelerating rate. She found a bush to crouch behind in an attempt to elude the ghastly creatures.
Lynn MillerPublished about 13 hours ago in HorrorWeeping Woods
Gavin Monroe’s hair stood on the back of his neck, he stared face to face with the Weeping Woods. He searches the mark on the pillar just outside the forest tree line, the woods are restricted. The elders say the land is cursed, a work of spirited evil. As stories go, not many who enter make it out.
Adrean W. BlevinsPublished about 18 hours ago in Horror
Monster Boy
Monster Boy It is a cold winter morning in the residential area of Pittsban. Along the dirt trailed forest, animals peacefully enjoy themselves eating grass, seeds, and flowers. Suddenly one deer lifts his head, then runs away. The other animals stampede behind him as a new figure lands in their place. The figure roars a scream, throws a syringe dart on the ground, then leaps away into the forest. A slow pacing step approaches. A man crouches, then grabs the syringe. He laughs as he walks away.
Why Me?
I can't say for certain why things happened the way they did, but of course, things always tend to go wrong in my life. I was someone once loved, once called a friend, and I was even called a father. My life wasn't the best but was pretty well most of the time. However, when that summer happened everything went sideways.
Marc Anthony DemmePublished 2 days ago in Horror
Pulsing In Exodus
The city would die—the flesh charred from the bones, leaving the empire nominally alive. This was the nightmare-scape I lived through. I witnessed the death of that emaciated carcass and fled from the collapse of this giant’s frame. We fled on the great artery with the stubborn ghost hanging over our heads. We fled with our lives in our arms, leaving everything else behind to moulder in the maggoty ashes.
Alexander StoverPublished 4 days ago in HorrorBe Cool, Zombie Professor!
There was a violent twitch, and the frozen look upon his face, as if struck by terror itself, remained locked in and unchanged. There was no warning, only one sting and then life as the human knew it was over, forever. Death was not only imminent but slow. It was as if he was already dead, but he couldn’t actually die yet.
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished 5 days ago in Horror
Crying in the Night
I growled as the bawling cut across my dreams. This was my third night in the box, and I was getting tired of being woken up by the loud crying from somewhere in the Quad. The inmate spent his days in almost abject silence, no one stopping at his cell with mail or call-outs. I never saw them come out for showers, and I don't even think I'd seen them get a tray during meals. All they really did was cry at night and keep the whole block awake.
Joshua CampbellPublished 6 days ago in Horror
Sealed With a Kiss
The wind howled around her as she adjusted her grip on the ticking device, counting down the moments left until she could return home.
S.C. ClarkPublished 6 days ago in Horror
The Door Home
The sound of my running feet dominated the silence on the moor. My heaving breath was visible in the cold air. A silver moonlight illuminated the ground and a fog was rolling in. My visibility was impaired and that made the sound of my running seem like everything. I headed uphill to escape the mist. I was lost. Although, that was the least of my worries. I was not trying to escape the fog. I was trying to escape what brought the fog.
