DJ Robbins
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Halloween. Content Warning.
What was the ancient evil that infected Corey Cunningham and caused him to go psycho? It was an ancient demon known as Belial. It was the thing known as The Shape. Michael was The Shape. That was what everyone thought. Michael was the shape to Haddonfield. Belial was Michael’s Shape. He was the entity that showed himself to Michael when Karen interrupted him. It was the silent alarm waiting to trigger Michael.
By DJ Robbins19 days ago in Fiction
Halloween
Myers reached out his hand and pulled Laurie into the compactor. He crawled out and they charged at him, but he was gone in a flash. The citizens of Haddonfield let out a collective gasp. There were whispers and gaping mouths. He was not human. He had vanished in front of Laurie back in 1978. This hinted at his supernatural nature, but no one wanted to admit that.
By DJ Robbins2 months ago in Fiction
Lily
Gum drops rained from cotton candy clouds. She rode her unicorn through the fields of Dream land. She came across a bandit and charged at him, but he held firm, no flinching. He sat upon his mighty steed. His nose was high in the air. “I’m the Time Bandit,” he said. “What do you want?” Lily asked. “I am here to steal your youth,” he declared. “You visit me once a month and tell me this all the time,” Lily said. “You’re right child,” he said. “But you’re a mother now, correct?”“You know this,” Lily muttered. “This dream representation of yourself is just you as a child,” the Time Bandit said. “You no longer believe in unicorns and such childish things, correct?” She turned her back on him and he let out a divisive laugh. “You cannot escape me girl,” he mocked. Clocks filled the skies and they ticked away. “The flow of time only flows one way child,” he said. “It only flows forward, not backward.” “So let me play now. Then I’ll go back to worrying about my mortgage and getting my daughter to school on time, when I wake up. But for now, will you let me ride a damn unicorn through dream land during a gumball thunderstorm?” she said with her eyes burning with fire. He smiled and shook his head. “That is no way to talk for a young lady,” he teased. She rolled her eyes and the unicorn trotted past the smug time bandit. She passed events of her life. There was graduating college, getting married, and her daughter being born. She could even hear her own mother calling her home for supper. She listened to the ticking of the clock. She wanted her mother to have brown hair and be young again, but when she reached her,
By DJ Robbins2 months ago in Fiction
The Package. Top Story - December 2025.
It was not a dark and stormy night; instead, it was a dark and foggy one. In with the fog rolled a masked killer. He happened upon the house at 123 Cherry Lane. He stood in the street. He wore a hooded sweatshirt, blue jeans, and tennis shoes. He carried a package. It was wrapped in blue wrapping paper and a bow. He wrang the door bell and set the gift on the porch. Kyle, age 14, answered the door. He grabbed the gift and brought it inside. He set it on the coffee table as his best friend Reggie looked on.
By DJ Robbins2 months ago in Horror
Cold Moon High
The year was 1987 and Nikki Barnes was walking to school. She clutched a book to her boobs she wished she had. Her blue eyes shone like wet marbles. Her red hair shimmered with a sheen so brilliant it could blind passersby. She wobbled a bit while she walked. She could smell wet leaves as she walked. Orange leaves clung to her tennis shoes.
By DJ Robbins3 months ago in Fiction
Cold Moon High . Content Warning.
Cold Moon High: The Doll Chapter One The year was 1987 and Nikki Barnes was walking to school. She clutched a book to her boobs she wished she had. Her blue eyes shone like wet marbles. Her red hair shimmered with a sheen so brilliant it could blind passersby. She wobbled a bit while she walked. She could smell wet leaves as she walked. Orange leaves clung to her tennis shoes.
By DJ Robbins3 months ago in Chapters
The Ghost
Grandma Baker and I stood out in the pouring rain, milling over our choice for a potential Jack O’ lantern carefully. I picked up various pumpkins, feeling them for heft and softness. Once I found the perfect one, I showed it to Grandma Baker and carried it to the checkout stand, already set up near the entrance to the pumpkin patch! Mr. Gravy wore blue jeans and an oversized Kent State Hooded sweatshirt.
By DJ Robbins5 months ago in Fiction
