Horror

Nightmare Canvas: Blue
Her eyes stung with every step as she braced herself against the mountain's biting winds. As she walked, her feet sunk deeper and deeper into the snow until she was waist deep and could no longer move her legs normally. Her teeth chattered and she hugged herself tightly as she stared out at the smoke in the distance.
By Cassidy Moon4 years ago in Fiction
The Blood of Enoch
"It should be right here...Right...Here!?" Mona stared incredulously at the map, her eyes bulging so far out of her skull, Sully thought they were going to roll out the sockets and slide onto the ice underfoot.
By Cypress Klaed 4 years ago in Fiction
A Path of Death
Roopkund. "The Majestic and extraordinary Himalayan Mountain Range spanning five countries and home to Mount Everest, the highest peak on Earth at over 29,000 feet! Still forming in a subduction zone, the Indian tectonic plate forces its way beneath the Eurasian plate toward certain destruction in the searing magma bubbling under our feet.
By A. Grace4 years ago in Fiction
The Girl
The hallway stank of urine. The humidity made it worse. You could almost see the yellow vapors steaming up off the filthy linoleum floor. There were other smells, too: stagnant tobacco, old sweat, the sour mildew odor that all neglected spaces shared.
By caleb paschall4 years ago in Fiction
A Judgement
Good Hannah Kent found herself in the village stocks the year the lake froze. The winter was vinegar bitter, and food supplies were low. Rumor went from house to house, knocking at each door and telling all within that witchery was to blame.
By Gregg Newby4 years ago in Fiction
Frozen Scream
Frozen Scream Written By Chris K Reeve I really do not know how I got here. I can feel the water surround me and its cold, the pain that I feel is like nothing else I have ever felt, and it hurts. It hurts so much my chest feels like it is being crushed by two trucks and I am in the middle but how did I get here? I feel that my body is sinking even lower, there is so much heaviness that I cannot move but there is someone here with me I can hear her but cannot see her my eyes hurt so bad from the cold, but she is there. Even in the water I can feel her screams as I go deeper and deeper, water getting colder, breathing more shallow. Am I going to die this way?
By Chris Reeve4 years ago in Fiction
The Pit of Despair
“Slow the fuck down. We need to go back.” Bryant was yelling as Kevin remained dead-set and square shouldered. “He may have gone ahead to look for it.”
By Sam Eggertson4 years ago in Fiction
The Missing Girl
It was an unusually arctic October night when seven-year-old Jenny Parker fell into the lake. Nobody saw it happen. They didn’t know for several days until the water thawed and the cold-blue body floated to the surface and washed up on the beach. The body was discovered by a jogger out for an early morning run. It was a beautiful morning, they’d said, one of the crisp autumn kind where sunlight shined through warm-colored leaves. If you looked close enough, you could see the leaves’ veins.
By Austin Harvey4 years ago in Fiction
Beneath Still Waters
Laying in the dark, in the freezing cold, and damp grass near the glass like surface of the lake he prayed that the noises he was hearing were just the sound of wild animals. He could hear it growing closer and as he rolled over onto his back and stared up at the stars overhead his mind drifted back to the circumstances that led him to the fate that now seemed inevitable.
By Terrence Moore Books4 years ago in Fiction
Gold Mine
Bradley and Jennifer were taking a road trip over the summer before they went to college in the fall. They were currently making their way through the south. They had passed into New Mexico, via highway 40, a few hours before and were looking for a place to stop. They were hungry, and tired, and stopped at a small roadside diner in the middle of nowhere.
By Colt Henderson4 years ago in Fiction
There's a body in the pond
There’s a body in the pond. A body in the pond. In the pond. In the pond… The mantra beat like a brass drum, reverberating between my ears as a steady pulsating accusation. Of course no one knew that, how could they, how could anyone know? The pond was cloudy with frozen air, crystals blinking in the late afternoon sun. I dragged in a mouthful of air, sliding one foot cautiously out onto the ice. It was the shortest way home, I reminded myself again, sliding a little bit further. Now there’s a body on the pond. A body on the bond. On the pond. On the pond… I frowned. This was no time to be funny brain.
By Kavi Elwyn4 years ago in Fiction
Family Vacation
“Are you sure you turned off the coffee maker?” Jan asked, a little too harshly for a Sunday. “I told you three times already that I did.” Matt retorted sharply, a bit sharper than necessary for fall in Vermont.
By Aaron Steele4 years ago in Fiction