Horror

Calling In - A Terryn and Shawn Story
There’s no way she’s going to believe me, but I should probably call Terryn, and tell her I won’t be at work today. Yeah, you have bigger problems than that now, buddy, some inner wise-ass says.
By Shawn Ingram5 years ago in Fiction
Killer Lovin: episode 1
Rick watched the clouds pass by his front seat window each seeming to dance towards the jet's final destination. He still couldn't believe he, Rick Frickerson, had finally been accepted as a contestant on Killer Lovin. it felt bizarre it felt unreal. He didn't think it was possible.
By Qwill R. Brennan5 years ago in Fiction
Haunted
I needed to take a walk. It was just your typical Autumn day. Chilly. Foggy. Mildly windy. Grey skies but a variety of leaf colors; oranges, yellows, greens. You could feel the chill of Winter approaching at any given day.
By Katie Gabbard5 years ago in Fiction
Confession of a Monster
That night, I was standing beneath the locust tree, looking up at the thick clouds covering the full moon. I’d waited for the moon to show up and shine down at me. The clouds swam right in a moment, slowly, slowly, disclosing the brightness of the moon. I drew in the cool night air around me, deeply. I smelled the fragrance of the decaying leaves, the rotting bodies of animals, of humans, in this so much a remote place. The moonlight bathed my body. I felt the pleasure of exaltation. The strength and power I’d been waiting for a month encroached on me. I gritted like I was going to crunch my teeth. I stiffened my cheeks and jaws, closed firmly, my hands releasing the muscles of my arms, hardened my abdomen and thighs, and braced my knees tensely. I welcomed the full moon of the month and I welcomed the entrance of the spirit of darkness into my soul.
By M.G. Maderazo5 years ago in Fiction
Pull
As Jackson wiped the condensation from the window and peered out into the street, it was as if the jet black clouds hanging in the sky above the restaurant were being squeezed dry.
By Frank Wolfe5 years ago in Fiction
Incident after Three
Mitch was done taking in calls at two-thirty in the morning. She had been waiting for Bogs outside the call center building. Almost thirty minutes had gone past already. She was not supposed to go home alone at three. It was risky. But Bogs was insistent.
By M.G. Maderazo5 years ago in Fiction
In the Dark
As Ellie tried to shield herself from her mother's abuse, she noticed that she had not shut the door. For a moment, she wondered if maybe she could get away from her mother's grasp long enough to make it through the open door. She dismissed this idea, the blows from the object in her mother's hand seemingly getting more and more brutal.
By SempiternalSoul5 years ago in Fiction
The Stairs in the Woods
Avoiding stairs had become so natural that when Jason’s girlfriend moved into the third floor of a ten story building, he only used the elevator. He didn’t even know where the stairwell was until one day him and his girlfriend came inside to find the elevator out of order.
By Kelsey Reich5 years ago in Fiction
The Stairs in the Woods
Jason didn’t really know why Dad was so mad about his younger sister, Karen, insisting on wearing a boys bathing suit. Instead of listening to Mom and Dad fight about it as they built the tent, Jason led Karen down a trail into the woods. They had been coming to Algonquin Park every summer, even before Jason was born his mother had told him. More than ten years.
By Kelsey Reich5 years ago in Fiction
The Snatcher
It appears at your doorstep, with no name and no return address. A package. Sometimes it’s small, the size of a jewelry box. Sometimes it’s big enough to hold a new stove. It’s suspiciously plain, just a box wrapped in brown paper. You didn’t order anything. This box doesn’t carry your name. It just sits at your doorstep, blocking your escape.
By Drake5 years ago in Fiction
Sharkade
Lights flickered in and out of life at the old Branwich Pier. An often-overlooked seaside destination, Branwich prided itself for unusually flat terrain and ocean views that reached out to infinity. Its beach wasn’t exactly award-winning and the water wasn’t that magical transparent blue some beaches impossibly had, but those who lived there and those who dared to go there knew there was no other place on the coast like it.
By CJ Francis5 years ago in Fiction
The Horrors of Faith
“Run Bishop, it makes no difference to me. I will still get my feast before the night is over.” The evil voice called, echoing down the cavernous corridors of the cathedral.
By Sam Averre 5 years ago in Fiction