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Disobedience
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. But I did open it. How could I have known what was behind the door? I was only three years old, an innocent youngster playing with my toy cars, when I heard the noise. I had been advised not to open it. But kids are curious, aren't they? Especially when the adults say no.
By Dagmar Goeschick2 years ago in Horror
Frozen Purgatory
There was 0nly one rule: don’t open the door. Ice rimed, cracked, frost bitten windows. Encroaching wind a miniature arctic blast. Fingers aching - blue, brittle. Cupped hands raise to mouth… Frozen lungs puff breath. Warmth. No. Arctic breath - frozen vaporous lattice - envelops my clenched shut frozen hands.
By Andrew C McDonald2 years ago in Horror
Lupine Feast. Top Story - October 2024.
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. The sign was posted above the frame. Huge letters -crimson, black. Smeared, grainy; indelible. My erstwhile host had disappeared. Like a phantasm he had appeared in the forest just as I thought I would surely die in this god forsaken wilderness.
By Andrew C McDonald2 years ago in Horror
A Night of Mystery and Survival on the Taif Road
The Hidden Guardian: A Night of Mystery and Survival on the Taif Road. Iwas driving my car on the highway, heading towards the city of Taif, which is about 400 kilometers away from Mecca. It was midnight, and the road was completely empty of other cars, except for some distant trucks whose lights appeared on the horizon from time to time. The road was dark except for the light of my car’s headlights that pierced the darkness of the night, and the road was winding between slopes and mountains, especially in an area known as the Great Flood.
By Muzamel Sayed2 years ago in Horror
Something's Down There
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. Narrator: Nobody believed the stories about what happened. But they know that something did happen. Something was alive down there. Something was waiting to get out. We all knew that as long as that door remained closed, we were all safe. There was only one problem. The new guy never heard the stories.
By David E. Perry2 years ago in Horror
The Hollowing of Alder Village
The letter had arrived with no return address, sealed in brittle, yellowed paper. The ink, faded but legible, claimed to be from a relative I’d never heard of—my "Aunt Miriam." She implored me to visit her in the village of Alder Hollow, far from any city or recognizable place. The letter spoke of old family matters, of an inheritance tied to a "sacred duty" I had to fulfill.
By I did Something2 years ago in Horror
The Unfed. Runner-up in Spooky Micro Challenge.
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. That’s what they told me when they hired me for the strange security job. The pay was great. Maybe that’s why I endured the creepy desolate lab, but the lab wasn’t the worst part. Getting paid to watch a frail girl just felt wrong. If my girlfriend wasn’t pregnant I doubt I’d have returned after seeing her in the monitor.
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Horror
