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CAMPFIRE GHOST STORIES
A traveling salesman came to Goshen Hill for a few days, selling his wares from door to door. He was a friendly man with a warm grin and a joke for everyone. He was accompanied by a large white dog that rode on the wagon beside him; companion, friend, and guardian of his wares. The salesman and dog were making their way out of town when a murder was discovered in one of the places in which they had sported their wares. Suspicion blossomed at once against the stranger-certainly no one the townsfolk knew was capable of committing such a crime!-and a lynch mob chased the salesman out of town and strung him up on a tree beside the road. The white dog howled and barked and roared as the mob carried his master away. More than one man was bitten as the salesman, still screaming out his innocence, was silenced forever. One fellow finally shot his gun at the white dog, wounding it enough to send it whimpering away. It soon became obvious to everyone in town that they'd hanged the wrong man. The corpse, dangling obscenely from the tree on Old Buncombe Road, was a grisly reminder of the community crime. They'd have cut down the salesman and given him a decent burial, but the white dog stood guard over his master's corpse day after day, savagely threatening anyone who came near the hanging tree. So the salesman's body withered and rotted underneath the tree beside the road, filling the air with a terrible stench as it desiccated in the summer heat. It was many weeks before the body and dog disappeared from the Old Buncombe Road. A few months later, a man who'd participated in the salesman's lynching happened to be walking down Old Bun Come Road at night. As he drew near the hanging tree, his nose wrinkled in disgust as a whiff of rotten flesh swept past his face and his stomach roiled. He staggered backward, his arm over his nose, wondering what was causing the terrible stench. Then he spotted the hanging tree, and saw upon it a glowing, desiccated corpse dangling obscenely by the neck from one of its branches. And beneath the ghostly figure stood a huge, white dog with glowing red eyes. The dog growled menacingly when he saw the man on the road, and the man stumbled backward over the rut in the center of the road and then started to run. With an ear-shattering series of barks, the white dog pursued the fleeing man with supernatural speed. The man whipped this way and that, spinning around, leaping into the woods to dodge around trees, trying to avoid the huge dog snapping at his heels. If he fell, the dog would be at his throat immediately. The man crashed headlong into a tree and flung himself upward. Below him, the ghost dog leapt, and sharp teeth closed on the man's hand. Pain ripped through him, and he climbed higher, trying to shake off the glowing beast. "Let go!" he screamed, kicking at it again. Suddenly, the white dog turned to mist before his eyes and swirled away. Realizing that the white dog might reappear at any moment, the man seized his chance. He slithered down the tree and ran all the way home. His wife sent a neighbor to fetch the doctor, who stitched up his hand as best he could. The white dog had nearly severed the palm, and the nerves were so badly damaged that he was crippled in that hand for the rest of his life. The man later learned that every person who had participated in the lynching of the salesman was attacked by the ghost of the white dog. Many like himself were crippled in some way. As for the fellow who'd shot and injured the white dog-well,
By Shamshath Begam3 years ago in Horror
The Haunting of Willow House
Willow House. It stood deep in the heart of the town, an old Victorian mansion with a history as dark as its shadowy corridors. Most of the town's residents would avert their gaze and gather their children close whenever they had to walk by, whispering horror stories about its haunted past. Its walls were crumbling, and rats could be heard scurrying deep within the recesses of its rotting frame. None allowed their eyes to linger on its generally avoided walls. But not allowing one's curiosity to trump caution was generally easier said than done, and on this night, four daring souls had just found that out to the hueir own detriment. The moon hung low in the sky, casting four long shadows before them as Sarah, David, Emily and Mark crept up the overgrown path that led to Willow House. The scent of decay was thick in the air, and the trees that surrounded them seemed to be reaching out, growing, their skeletal fingers warning to go back. But the lure of the unknown was stronger, and with shaking hands, they pushed open the door. The foyer was pitch black, the only illumination coming from the moonlight filtering in through the rotting boards casting sinister shadows across the peeling wallpaper. Their hearts thundered in the silence, as they moved further into the house. Their footfalls echoing off the walls turning them into whispers from days long gone. The air seemed to get colder with every step, and a sense of trepidation seeped into their bones. The stillness was broken by a long, tortured scream that set their hair on end. Sarah's flashlight flickered and cast long, eerie shadows on the walls as they raced towards the source. It led them into a crumbling ballroom, its beautiful silk curtains now tattered rags and the chandelier that must once have been grand now hung broken in the center of the room, twisted metal against the ceiling. In the center of the room sat a grand piano, its keys haunted with years and years of being forgotten. "Oh," Emily's breath caught in her throat as she watched the curve of the piano lid slide shut over the keys in front of skeletal fingers. She looked at the figure hunched over the piano. "What is it — Oh my gosh." As they grew closer, they could see that the figure had no face at all. It was just an inky dark shadow. They were scared, watching as the figure turned their way. Its blank look chilled them deeply. Suddenly, it chased after them, eerie cries bouncing off the walls. Running away was their only thought.They tripped in the dark, their hearts racing. They wanted out, but the house was confusing. Its hallways bent and twisted, like a puzzle meant to trap them. They felt hopeless, then found a secret stairway in the house. Quickly, they went down, looking to avoid the scary things upstairs. Just like before, they felt hopeless when they found a hidden staircase in the house. Without waiting, they went downstairs to dodge the scary things contained inside.Their hearts sank when they got to the bottom. It was worse than they feared. There were cages on all sides, with rusty, twisted bars, Without a chance to respond, the verey were encircled by a crowd of vague figures. Their eyes flashed threat as they neared their targets. With escape routes blocked, they remained close to each other. Their fearful cries bounced off the walls as darkness overtook them.Inanely quiet once more was Willow House at dawn's first light. The inhabitants woke to this silence. Its mysteries stayed hidden within its structure forever. Yet for Sarah, David, Emily, and Mark, their scary situation was just starting. They were stuck in Willow House's eerie corridors, for an indefinite time.
By Shamshath Begam3 years ago in Horror
The Eye of the Beholder. Content Warning.
They were lovers, Jack and Millie. It was a fast start, but what they had was real. Between long nights watching movies and talking about life. Trips to the mountains, where they slept in the back of his SUV, listening to the rain bounce off the sunroof. It was perfect, Millie thought, until one day she noticed the passcode change on his phone.
By Anjolene Bozeman 3 years ago in Horror
A Shadow of her Former Self
It all started when my wife died eight months ago. Susan was everything to me. We had been together since high school, and it had been love at first sight. We married after graduation and had spent eighteen years together in wedded bliss. I worked as a writer, finding jobs in editing or column writing, Susan working as a receptionist for a friend of my mother. We spent a lot of time together, my days spent mostly waiting for her to come home. I lived for the moments when we were sitting in front of the TV together or curled together in bed as we talked about our day. We never had children, though it wasn’t for a lack of trying. I was afraid she would leave me when she discovered I was infertile, I’d been injured when I was small, but she just smiled and said we would just have to be satisfied with each other.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
The Abandoned Mansion. Content Warning.
In the middle of night, when the moon was low and the woodland was cloaked in fog, a lone wanderer came across an abandoned mansion nestled amid the trees. Its once-grand facade had become decrepit and frightening, with windows boarded up like the eyes of a long-forgotten phantom. Ignoring the wind's warnings, the traveler pushed open the groaning gate and entered, attracted by an unfathomable force.
By Jonathan Rose3 years ago in Horror
Reed Alexander's Horror Review of 'Necrosis' (2009)
SPOILERS!!! Oh yeah, it's that bad. We're starting with the spoilers. Now, to be fair, it is Good-Bad or "So Bad It's Good." In fact, this was the movie I was promised when I originally heard reviews about The Sand (2015). That movie was actually unfairly maligned, because, yeah it was low budget, yeah it had bad acting, yeah it had shit CGI, but for the most part it was good enough for horror, and even pretty smart. This movie is what I expect when people say "So Bad It's Good." So if you're looking for good riffing material, watch this, not The Sand. The Sand isn't actually all that bad.
By Reed Alexander3 years ago in Horror
Nightfox Reports: A Train to Nowhere
This is a hasty report because this shit just happened. Sometimes I do not even need the internet to stumble onto a weird, horrific event. Sometimes just trying to get home from somewhere I run over a mystery. Tonight I was in Downtown Los Angeles picking up some strictly medicinal herbs for my special brownie recipe from a reliable supplier, and testing some samples of other products he had. (We got baked!). Afterwards I had to take the subway to get back to the Valley so I skated over to Union Station, the hub of all the trains and buses in the Los Angeles area to catch the Red Line to NoHo. Personally, I have no idea why they call North Hollywood “NoHo” when there are tons of Hoes there. (Cue rim shot!) Whatever, I needed to get back to my kip in North Hills to start baking my goodies.
By Samuel Wright3 years ago in Horror
Shadows of Miners Mountain. Content Warning.
In the quiet of the evening, under a sky draped in the velvet of night, the small town of Miners Mountain was about to unravel a mystery that had been lurking in its shadows for years. Officer Jeffrey, a man who wore his badge not just as a symbol of authority but as a testament to his dedication, found himself at the doorstep of an unsettling enigma.
By Michael Tauye3 years ago in Horror
The Unseen Roommate. Content Warning.
In the heart of a bustling town, where the cacophony of daily life blended seamlessly with the whispers of the past, Neha’s journey began. It was an ordinary morning filled with the usual rush and the tender chaos of a family trying not to drown in the ticking hands of time. The air was laced with the sharp tang of pickles, a small battle between mother and daughter playing out over the breakfast table. Neha, ever so eager to embark on her new adventure, could barely sit still, her mind already racing ahead to the train that would carry her towards her dreams.
By Michael Tauye3 years ago in Horror
