Horror

The Curse of Still Water Lake
Nearby settlers claimed that Still Water Lake froze over when the winds stopped blowing one winter; that the summer sun never made it over the mountains. More seasoned travelers traded rumors of angry gods and child sacrifices as they passed through the Chippewa trading post at the head of the trail. Jack Fowler considered himself a man of science and reasoned that talk of the unthawing lake was either rancid scuttlebutt or a greatly exaggerated climatological oddity. His older brother, however, believed wholeheartedly in phantoms of every shape and sort.
By Steven A Jones5 years ago in Fiction
Baby's Lead
Baby drew nearer the frozen pond. She poked it with a finger, bending low to do so. Laura watched on with an amused expression, Postie and the guards ignored the two of them as they hooded and hitched the Dead. They’d made it to their next stop, a small town that had not seen much traffic even pre-apocalypse. They were welcomed warmly enough by the locals, Barbra supposed, as they flooded out to usher them inside their walls.
By Dave Rowlands5 years ago in Fiction
Icy Premonitions
It always started the same way… first I would hear the crack! And then I’d feel the ice shift beneath my feet, and then it was as if I was sucked into the emptiness of the frozen water beneath. I can still feel daggers stabbing into my skin… but the worst part is the choking. When the breath is stolen from my lungs, replaced by brutal cold, freezing me from the inside out. Sometimes I swear I can even feel the moment my heart beats for the last time…
By Mycheille Norvell5 years ago in Fiction
A Monster’s Favor
I've never been one to talk about myself but today I'll make an exception. You’ll understand after I tell you what happened.It all happened months ago. I was at the worst point in my life so far. “I’m leaving you.” is all my ex said before grabbing her bags and walking out the door.After losing my job and being confined to my house for weeks and struggling to catch up on bills i just need some time to clear my head. I packed a bag , a hatchet and my .38 special and drove out to what I believed to be a remote part of my state. “Fucking idiot! Can’t do a damn thing right!” I said to myself as I realised I grabbed a box of tracer rounds by accident.
By Nicholas Sykes5 years ago in Fiction
Abilene's Vanity
A woman sat at a vanity. The small room had been the second walk-in closet attached to the master suite. She'd had it remodeled as her own little corner of the expansive bathroom. The floor gleamed white, tile shined perfectly. Fluffy burgundy rugs were scattered about. She sat upon a plush, cream-colored, cushion on a small mahogany stool. She wore a thick robe, white as pristine as the floor. It hung open revealing a black negligee. The vanity matched the stool, the wood dark and beautifully grained. The carved inlay surrounding the mirror was ornate, intricately detailed, with a mathematical precision that hadn't worn away over the years.
By JB Hansen5 years ago in Fiction
Don't Talk To Strangers
She's rather easy to spot, all alone on the street in her red hoodie, ear buds in her ears. She's practically doing everything they tell people not to do; singling herself out, not paying attention to her surroundings. It's almost too easy The man thinks as he follows hers in his car, staying just enough behind that he doesn't seem suspicious. He drives a little closer and calls out, "Hey, little girl!" Even though she's not all that little. She looks to be about twelve, rough estimate.
By M. K. Whitson5 years ago in Fiction
Hush. Beware. Hide. Don’t ask questions.
Hush. Don’t say a word. If you do, it’ll come for you. Not a monster. Not a person. A demon. The demon. He’s coming. Coming for you. Hush. Don’t say a word. They say if you travel past the eternally frozen pond, you can see him. No one goes there. Hush. Don’t say a word. Don’t look for him. He’ll find you. He found you. Run. Hush. Don’t say a word. The demon is here. He’s coming. Run. Faster. Run. Faster. Hush. Control your breath. Hush. He’s looking for you. He will come again. And again. And again. Hush. He found you. Run. Hush. Don’t say a word. You might hear his voice in your head, but once you do… there’s no turning back. Hush. Don’t say a word. If you see him, you’ll go blind. Hush. Don’t say a word. If you talk to him, you’ll go deaf. Hush. Don’t say a word. Lock your windows. Your doors. Hold your lamp in one hand. Your children in the other. Hush don’t say a word. Don’t let your children out after dark. He’ll come for them. He found them. Hide them. Run. Faster. Hush. Don’t say a word. You’ll hear the whispers coming from his cave. Don’t say a word. He’ll talk to you. Hush.
By islajae5 years ago in Fiction
Wanting to fly only to fall
I watch as a couple glides around the edges of the frozen pond, holding hands to keep each other steady. They look at each other with trust and love. They flitter to the centre of the pond and the man spins his lover around. She must feel like she is flying. Then the ice cracks and she is falling.
By Ashlea Bicknell5 years ago in Fiction
The Owl
Running through the doorway as excited as the dog, he barks at me, “I found an owl!” Now, I thought to myself, maybe he just means the owl we saw drinking water off the patio the other day, maybe it had come back. I look out the window to see if our striped friend is sitting out front, but alas, I see nothing. The ink black night offers nothing visual. He stamps his foot like a little kid, and demands I get ready to brave the fridgid cold with him and the dog.
By Yess Bryce5 years ago in Fiction
The Amorphous
The Amorphous It stared at me, its gnarly grimy arms sprawling outwards, spiralling towards me, beckoning, dangerous, it slithered up the wall like black snakes, strangling all life out of a corpse-like body, coming closer, coming closer, its rancid smell filling the air like a choking hand, suffocating me. I couldn’t breathe. Keep breathing, I demanded of myself, don’t let it in! Panic-stricken I screamed, a hysterical, ear-piercing scream, the echoes reverberating off the surfaces like an assemblage of banshees, then receding into the darkness, weaker, broken, petering out and coming to rest. I shrieked again, so hard my throat burned like tiny stinging nettles on an already lacerated wound. I coughed, gagging from dryness, there’s nothing, nobody is here! Nobody is coming to help me.
By Brenda Anne Kellaway5 years ago in Fiction
Till Death Does Us Part
The world felt darker than it was a week ago. Your side of the bed was still unmade from the last morning you got out of it. It's been a week and I still can't find myself to get back into those warm, soft covers you loved so. I still remember the last time you laid in it; you pulled my body in closer to yours, begging for me to just stay in and spend the rest of the day cuddling you.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet5 years ago in Fiction
Shadows in the Dark
Daniel pulled the blankets up to his head and closed his eyes. His mother had already come in twice at his beckoning. She checked the closet and under the bed, but she didn’t find anything. Both times she told him there was nothing to be scared of and to go to sleep. But even now as he laid in bed, his blanket pulled tight over his head and his eyes closed tightly, the closet door creaked as it opened and the floor boards groaned as weight was put on them.
By Todd Henson5 years ago in Fiction