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The Goblin Trials
Darkness. It was all I saw, no sky, no light. Just an empty void. I felt the rickety movement of an old carriage rolling by. Everything here is navigated and found by all senses other than sight. Such is the way The Goblin Trials were made.
The Winter WolfPublished 4 years ago in HorrorHell Hounds
THE DEMAND "Dreknalsen!" "Yes, My Lord?" "Where are my results?! If we are to invade the human world then we need an army. One strong enough that they couldn't fight back if they wanted to. One where we will rule supreme over both worlds. Where both realms will belong to me and my brothers!" The torches flared at the faceless lords anger.
Aurora WatsonPublished 4 years ago in HorrorNightmare
Nightmare I have this reoccurring nightmare. I'm standing in a field of wheatgrass; I'm disoriented, frightened, exposed. The sun is at its zenith overhead and it blaze's so severely my dark skin added little protection from its glory. I revel in it though; the heat tickles my skin like a playful lover; that I am more than thrilled to indulge. I take a deep breath; this next part always hurt.
Creepy Creatures and Myths #4: Altamaha-ha (‘Altie’)
I have written about Altamaha-ha (or "Altie") before for a website I no longer write for. As I return to the topic, I find I have practically nothing new to add, other than to maybe just talk about cryptid in the general sense, and to relate my experiences writing about cryptids.
Wade WainioPublished 4 years ago in Horrortormented by demons
Hi my name is Richard mark Lewis and for the last 20 odd years i have slowly then rapidly seen my life go on a massive rollercoaster ride... got diagnosed schizophrenic around bout 8 years ago... but it seems to me that it was all down to this mysterious beast.. u can see it clear as day coming from its porthole... am not one to make a long story up but its been a living hell but now my close family member has gotten rid of it from my life feel a lot better .. so believe am not even schizophrenic and it was due to this "monstrous" thing that was it all along can think clearly and am getting mentally stronger as the days progress....have got a number of other pics to back it all up .. another wonder of the world though will probably get told.. would like to get to the bottom of this mystery as am 100% sure that i am not actually schizophrenic....was brought up to believe that schizophrenics were really not good people....but believe otherwise now have experienced some really truly extraordinary experiences over the years ..but am exactly the same person as was growing up..my mum and dad taught me the right ways and morals and respect come a far way . have had colourful life and have owed houses lead a crazy life....but am fairly sure am not my thought process used to be wild right now can honestly say am thinking and feeling myself a massive lot more than previously...and ever since the day realised that everything ever thought growing up was all TRUE... it truly amazed me left me baffled on the spot.....that could actually feel and think like a normal human being again.... before every second of every day was a living nightmare for myself....im not a violent man.... but things have happened during my time on earth that u could write in a book "literally" :) but have still got the glint in my eye and the smile on my face.. and that is to do with becoming a dad .. my 14 year old daughter means everything to me . she's an absolute treasure to know that we brought something so loving caring and unique into this world....cant wait to see her growing into a beautiful adult . which she is destined to become.... just want to make people suffering with mental health aware that we finally woken up and have realised that there is a lot more going on behind the scenes than we are really made aware of..... and people are suffering in silence just like was until woke up and realised wat know inside my heart and now my head wat is really true and not .. for all those years suffered horrifically with the pain and anguish of just not being in my own body most of the time cannot go into to much detail but its been a truly remarkable journey so far just am baffled by it all but as long as i have still got breath inside my body i will continue to go about my life... and speak the truth .. my prophesy and beliefs are all down to my little brown eyed munchkin... she's been a lifesaver and gamechanger on so may experiences i have lost count.....thank u if u have made the effort to read my post appreciate it many thanks Richard Mark Lewis:)
Rich LewisPublished 4 years ago in HorrorThe Lawyer And The Wolf
It was hard to keep my eyes closed in the lobby of the lawyer’s office as the man sitting next to me wouldn’t stop fidgeting.
Matthew DonnellonPublished 4 years ago in HorrorOn the Edge of Cross, 1867
“Come away from the window, Thomas,” Gwenyth said. Thomas nodded, let the draperies fall back into place, and returned to his chair. Gwenyth smiled as he sat down, and as always, he was reminded of his love for her.
Nicholas EfstathiouPublished 4 years ago in HorrorResearched
A squat grey building of only thirty-four stories. Sparks often fly freely from the upper floors. Visitors were taking in the sights of the reformed kingdom. Walk along the canal boardwalk look up in awe of the range of colours of those sparks fleeing on the wind, taking the hopes of their masters freedom screaming from the building. The villagers were all too aware of the ugly truth that hides behind the magical ivy walls of the slate-coloured tomb masked as a waterfront building. Waste would run into the canals the only outward display of the twisted behaviour carried out. Pleas for sweet mercy claw themselves down the hallway. A group of girls were strapped to chairs. Forceps were prying their jaws open, tearing the corner of their mouths. Reddish liquid squash over the side of containers. As a result of one of the older girls bucks against her chains. They were spitting threats towards her captors. The blood runs down the shirts of the white-coated adults running the facility. Fangs rip free from the locked children jaws. Beakers with membranes stretchered over the top of them.placed in front of each victim. Nurses step front pushing the heads of the children with their fangs exposed into the glasses Gagging on the beakers. Fangs puncture the covered test tubes. Breakers start to collect he cloudy golden serum tickling out of the girl’s fangs. Once the current episode of produced anger draws to an end, the collected venom was prepared for storage in master cool-room, the masked nurse places the collected specimens into the rotation of vampire fluids. Amused the worked huffed. At the contrast between the intense liquid shelved next to the salty sludge of blood jars. She makes note the levels of other supernatural samples. She recorded the low levels of a wide range of dried petals and made the call of the greenhouse. “The garden bed needs harvesting,” slid down the telephone line with a little too much enjoyment for the pain that is shifting towards the babies that create the sweet, dreamy scent. As well as the pastel rainbow captured in dusty vales lining the shelves Hanging up a slimy smirk wormed its way across the head gardener’s face. The dirty office door smashes into the wall of the greenhouse. Sending the petal covered babes crawling for hiding places. Stomping out into the centre of the closest flower bed. The gardener crutch down, grabbing onto the slower moving petal toddler. They are wailing, the infant swinging his limbs about in the fit to wrester himself free. His thorns present along his arms had matured enough to cause pain if connected with. Those thorns draw a thin line across the gardener’s jawline. Adding to the already spiteful attention that the gardener applied to the babies in his care. Some of the older flower children reluctantly pop their heads out of the tunnels, ensuring the younger residents of the remained sheltered in the tunnels and rocks, out the sound of their kins pleas for help. Gardener firmly grasps the neck of the rose boy in his hands. He moved his other hand down the petal children spraining body to clamp his hands around his ankles. The gardener twists the creature in his arms firmly, the wimping of the rose boy stopped. Dropping the limp, lifeless body carelessly of the group. Returning to the office to gather collection equipment kit used to collect everything useful of the blossoming child. Moments later, mournful wailing cascade to fill the silence. Soil started to fly around the greenhouse. The flowery children seemed to become finally enraged enough to revolt. Vines snaked across the ground tangling the gardener’s feet, pulling him to the dirty floor. Baby blossoming dogwood’s crawled from their beds. High pitch buzzing escapes from their mouths. They were pawing at the cruel man’s eye and mouth searching of water. Giggling the dogwood babes climbed the bucking man on the floor. Waving their leaves in rejoice of a new plaything. The runt of the current crop, shuffle further up the gendered chest. Exploring holes and caves present on his head. Moisture spray from the man’s mouth and nose as he struggled against the flora. The runt dogwood pushed its roots down the nasal cave of the gardener. Roots crept further into his system. Pulling water from cells. Removing any chance fro his lungs to function. Out on the emerald lawn between the dull building and the greenhouse. More uniformed staff, Held a collection of shackled teenagers. They were encircling a pile of redwood. Fear painted plainly across the faces of the youths. “Why are you doing this to us?” fearfully pleads shouted out from the chained group. A few of the younger staff had only ever dealt with the paperwork side of the centre, now had fieldwork began to wavier in their conviction that the supernatural needed to be controlled, researched for them to make the best benefit to the world. Had their eyes open this evening. Prayers or a chant the head nurse was not sure he heard, Glided down from the top of the wooden stakes. where two oldest witches were cuffed. “Mother, embrace us. so that we may once again know your warmth.” The senior nurse stepped front, throwing the lit torch onto the kindling. A fire whips into a fury the first of the magical talented teens—scream, begging for the pain to stop—the stink dancing under everyone’s noses. Through teary eyes, Pippa saw members of her coven flesh peeling away. Ripples started to drift across the surface of the pound as the remaining inflicted youth were marched over. Scaled beauties emerged between the Lilly pads holding their floating blossoms, cooing at anyone close enough to be hooked in with their song. A clawed hand crept on the bank of the pound. They were grasping, searching for something to grab hauling back into its watery home. The younger staff started to move the chained witches closer to the edge of the water. They were hoping that the bloodthirsty beast of the pound would considerably take care of the rest of the coven, which means that the blood would not be on their hands. A scaled hand made contact with an ankle of the chained teens. A happy shriek sounded as they tore the young withes to their watery graves. Splashing erupted as the witches came face to face with large black-eyed creatures. The pain seemed to be mirrored within those pupil eyes. Blood shifted through the water. Flesh chucks drifted to the filthy bed of the pond. Clapping the leader of the water creatures, paused all attacks.
Heather Salter-PurvesPublished 4 years ago in HorrorChad the Zombie
The plaque that had gripped the world and turning millions into zombies started out as a military weapon. Some government, no one knows which, was using a parasitic fungus to use to control enemy combatants. No one knew the fungus would kill its victims and bring them back as voracious, hungry, angry zombies. The government, no one knows which one as stated before, did not test the fungus it created on live animals but instead tested it on humans and the plaque quickly, within months had taken over the world.
Ferrari KingPublished 4 years ago in HorrorWaking Nightmare
“When doomed to death, I will attend you like a nocturnal fury. I will attack your faces and brooding up your restless breasts, I will deprive you of repose by terror.” ~ Horace ~ 1st Century B.C.
Erin BarteskiPublished 4 years ago in HorrorWerewolves gone wrong.
The season of spookiness is almost upon us. What says scary better than movie monsters, more specifically, werewolves. Throughout the years we have seen hundreds of versions of the infamous beasts. Today, we are going to focus primarily on these fluffy nightmare Fido’s as portrayed on the silver screen.
K. E. CoatesPublished 4 years ago in HorrorSirenHead
Prologue: The squishing of mud can be heard as grade a military boots hit the canvas. A small group of certified trained professionals walk through the pitch Black Forest. Their laser sights are on and their night vision goggles as well. The only lights admitting are the red lasers and the green goggles.
Cameron Crisamore2Published 4 years ago in Horror