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Carnival: Nightingale
A dark red grand piano sat in the middle of a room with glossy black tile all along the floor. One wall was completely glass hosting built-in color-changing lights with water on the opposite side. The rest of the room had white tables inside of deep purple booths on slightly elevated carpets on the black-tiled main floor. The wallpaper was black with green vine print all over. The ceiling was crystal stylized glass with color-changing lights. The double doors by the glass wall were a solid white with a marble frame and archway on both sides, accented with gold but no windows. The double doors opposite to them were simple black swinging doors with circular windows, leading to the kitchen. But there was a dark red single door on the last wall in between booths with pink, black, purple, and red glitter on it. Standing out thanks to the sign over it reading, “Pleasure Hall” in purple-red stained silver on a gold plaque. This was the decor of the exclusive performance club known as “Nightingale”.
By Christopher Shavers4 years ago in Horror
Dream Eater
Michelle huffed angrily as she noticed that her dream catcher had fallen off the ceiling again. She checked under the bed, behind the nightstand, and even in the bathroom in case it had rolled inside. Nothing. No dream catcher and no sign of where it had gone. It wasn't as if it was uncommon or anything. Michelle had been replacing dream catchers for most of her life, but the older she got, the more annoying it became.
By Joshua Campbell4 years ago in Horror
Carnival: Carol of The Bells
A young man named Alex was bored on a bus taking him to his childhood home. The snow was light but the bus was silent. His older sister, Mary, was supposed to get on at the next stop. Though it had been five years, it felt longer. Yet, he was somewhat excited to see her and their dad. He remembered that his last Christmas with his family was also the last time he saw his mother alive.
By Christopher Shavers4 years ago in Horror
The Eerie Attic
Before Reddit.com user Digsdaws got down to recounting their scariest of ghost stories—about living in a place that was obviously teaming with honest-to-goodness members of the spiritual world—they pointed out the irony of ghost stories that begin with the phrase, “I don’t believe in ghosts, but …” After all, no matter how a ghost story begins, it always hinges on the notion that, come on, of course we believe in ghosts! “A few years ago, I moved into a one-bedroom apartment in Melbourne, Australia,” they went on to recall. “It was my first time living on my own. The apartment block had been built in the 1930s. I’d been there for a few months when I came home from work one day and went into the bathroom. I saw something strange: A wooden board, which had covered a hole in the ceiling that led to a small attic space, lay fractured in two pieces on the ground. I examined the pieces. The board was an inch thick, and it would have taken Bruce Lee to break it. I thought the landlord had sent someone to work on the attic. I was frozen stiff with fear. Someone is up there for sure, I thought. “I emailed pictures to the landlord, asking if anyone had been there (with an undertone of annoyance, since she hadn’t warned me). Her reply read, ‘Please call me as soon as you are able to.’ I called, and she explained that her last two tenants had said the same thing happened. She promised to replace the board, and she did. ADVERTISEMENT “A month later, I woke up one night around 4 a.m. My body was covered in goose bumps. It felt like someone was rubbing his or her hands on me. Everything was silent, but then I heard a dragging sound coming from above my bed. It was as if someone was pulling a sack of potatoes. I froze, convinced someone was up there. There is no way an animal could make that sound. After five minutes, I worked up the courage to turn on the light, armed myself with a cricket bat and walked to the bathroom. “That’s when I saw that the new board covering the hole was broken in two! I felt sick. The dragging sound had stopped. But I heard something else: whispering. The sound was clear and coming from the attic. It sounded like children’s voices, and I could hear one sentence repeated over and over: ‘It’s your turn … It’s your turn …’ “I switched on every light in the apartment to make things feel normal. It was 5 a.m. and dark outside. I watched TV to try to unwind. Then a fuse blew. My pet budgie, Dexter, whom I kept in the kitchen, usually never made a sound at night, but he started squawking like he was being strangled. I’d never heard him make those sorts of noises—he was screaming. I grabbed my car keys, ran out, sat in my car and waited there until the sun came up. “When I saw people walking their dogs, this comforted me enough to go back in. The front door was open, but I figured I might’ve forgotten to close it when I ran out. I went to the kitchen to check on Dexter, but he wasn’t in his cage. “I felt sick again. All my windows were closed, so I looked everywhere inside. When I walked to the bathroom, I heard splashing. Dexter was half drowned in the toilet! I took him out, washed him and dried him. I was so confused. At 8 a.m., I called the landlord and gave her a watered-down version of the night. ‘Oh, wow, you heard the whispering too!’ she said. “I stayed in that apartment for another 18 months. I heard the whispering on a few occasions, and twice the board covering the hole in the ceiling moved. Although I live elsewhere now, the landlord recently called. She said that her new tenants had begged to speak with me about some of the stuff that’s been going on there. Forget it—it’s their problem now.“
By Bijan Mondal4 years ago in Horror
Goblin Bites: Scary Stories 9
Many eons ago, there was a small village. Life in the village was peaceful, until a horrific plague began sweeping througout the land. The villages and towns of that day and age were no stranger to plague, but this one - dubbed the Blood Plague - was the worse any had ever seen. In the span of a single day, the Blood Plague had been said to wipe out every member of a village completely; it wouldn't spare any soul, slaying the newborn and the ancient alike in its path of destruction.
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Horror
Psycho (1998) - A Movie Review
How is this Bates motel any scarier than the one we saw three decades ago? Psycho is a 1998 remake of Alfred Hitchcock’s 1960 film. After embezzling money from her boss, Marion Crane skips town. Finding a solitary motel on the side of the road, the owner introduces her to the place and its terrible secrets.
By Marielle Sabbag4 years ago in Horror
Jeffry Hates Jack-O-Lanterns
Jeffrey Hated Jack-o-Lanterns This was a problem since his Home Town was known as the Jack O Lantern capital of the United States. Every year, the town was host to thousands, if not millions, of carved horrors. It had become a point of pride for the small midwestern town. The town had been full of pumpkins since its founding back in the eighteen hundreds, and the town was filled with glowing, grinning gourds from September till April. The public commons had three large greenhouses that grew pumpkins during the cold months, and no citizen had to pay for a pumpkin. Jeffry was pretty sure that it came out of their taxes, along with road work and the police force.
By Joshua Campbell4 years ago in Horror
Carnival: Hop To It
Jason was running down a hallway, he fell to the ground and looked around frantically. His only light being that of the blinking red emergency light. Thinking he was safe, Jason slowly got to his feet. Nothing to his left. Nothing to his right. Nothing where he came from. Just him and the blinking red light. Still looking around, he reached behind himself. Reaching for the emergency exit that would lead to the alley. The emergency exit suddenly had the silhouette of a rabbit costume outside of the window. Watching. Jason.
By Christopher Shavers4 years ago in Horror
The Case of the Eight Dancing Scarecrows
Detective Lance pulled up in front of the farmhouse, marveling at the way the corn rattled in the field. The corn was wrong, he could tell that right away, and Lance could honestly say he had never seen corn look that way. The husks were brown, the corn inside turning black as it rotted on the stalk. He had been impressed by the amount of corn surrounding the farmhouse, acres of skeletal stalks that made the farmhouse feel more like an island in a dead corn sea. The police cars out front looked out of place in the dirt yard, and as he mounted the stairs, one of the rural cops came out to meet him.
By Joshua Campbell4 years ago in Horror
