Horror

Trespasser
Governor Derrick Rothchild left his estate at a quarter past eleven o’clock, unaware that he was being watched. His Tesla roadster crept silently down the narrow driveway with its headlights off and passed through the security gate. The vehicle made little to no sound, its electric engine only a whisper in the night.
By Mitchel Dane5 years ago in Fiction
Elixir
When a picture is blurry, is it truly because we could not hold still? There is a darkness that heralds... A darkness that makes us sick. Not of the like a sickness, but of all there is that is sick. A darkness you can hold on to without knowing it's there or how to rid of it's viral power. A magic that keeps one from knowing who or what one can look or are. A moving blackness of it's own palace traveling unto our bodies, that we categorize into names such as cancer. We fight what is it with our alchemy. These strands of black static possess a nostalgia to be, or to let be the usurper. Do we hark to it?
By Alexandria McGinty5 years ago in Fiction
The Film
This is the story. The rain , rain rained sown as they looked for the one they had lost. There was an address but it was a long walk up a dark , dank muddy track , walled on either side with ancient stone green with old mould. They walked together until they came to the building at the end of the path with a single dark weather worn door. The house was two storeys, brick and from what they could see had no windows.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 years ago in Fiction
Grave to be Green
CW // violence Green was once my favourite colour. It represented health, nature, tranquillity. It had decorated birthday parties and reminded me of Christmas. Green was a comfort on my darkest days.
By Courtney Harris5 years ago in Fiction
The Green Light
The Green Light Tammy Wortham had been worried about the cruise ship traveling through the Bermuda Triangle. Her husband assured her such a thing was only an urban legend and didn’t exist. When she told him the Bermuda Triangle was the region made by the three points of Miami, Bermuda, and Puerto Rico, he laughed it off as sailor’s superstition. Tammy figured she was being silly and agreed to go on the cruise. She really needed the vacation after all.
By Tyler Marable5 years ago in Fiction
The Wedding Party
There’s a fine line between solitude and loneliness. This place is one of solitude for me. It’s silent except for the crows who keep watch over it and the sparrows that dart about the honeysuckle hedging. It doesn’t belong here, the honeysuckle. It was originally from somewhere in East Asia, I’m going to guess China. You can hardly go wrong guessing China because it’s the biggest country, unless you count Russia, which I don’t. But I digress, which is of course my luxury to do. There’s no one to hurry me. Now, where was I? Oh, the honeysuckle.
By Cory Wright-Maley5 years ago in Fiction
Island Otherside
The Intern sat quietly at his desk, enjoying a roast beef sandwich with sliced mozzarella and mayonnaise on lightly toasted white bread. In front of him, six monitors mounted on the wall in rows of three all displayed black-and-white images.
By Bradley Ramsey5 years ago in Fiction
Red Light, Green Light.
My head is pounding. My heart is racing. My ears are ringing. All that surrounds me is darkness. I spread my hands out in front of me only to be met at my finger tips by a cold hard wall. I lay my palm flat on the on the gritty surface, it brings me some comfort. I decided to drag my hand across the wall and crawl to blindly guide myself. As I crawled along the floor my hand touched a wet spot on the wall, I wiped it on my shirt and kept going. Another wet puddle submerged my hand, it felt so… warm. Slowly I reached my hand across the floor straying away from the wall, and I felt something.
By Zoe Fields 5 years ago in Fiction
The Backtraps - Part II
catch up with part one here . . . Author’s note Over the years, I dug up several more incidents reported around the world:
By jamie harding5 years ago in Fiction
The painting
Estate sales are fascinating. You never know what magnificent antiquites or just straight up weird stuff you can find in the home of the recently deceased. We never buy anything though, I hate how I feel like I’m stealing something that doesn’t belong to me even if I pay for it. It just feels wrong to take something that once belonged to someone who can no longer consent to relinquish their possessions. The kids usually enjoy seeing the stuff and I have to admit some of the old books I have found at these sales have a way of capturing one's attention.
By Kat Pond5 years ago in Fiction
Beckoning
It was on a flight from one dull state to another equally dull yet altogether different state that it came to me. I didn't ask for it, I beg you to believe that. Even in the darkest times that came after, I tried to turn from it. Lord help me, Gentle Reader, I tried.
By Heather Kenealy5 years ago in Fiction
SCARED OF THE LIGHT😢 LIGHT A MATCH
Vacant Houses was told to stay away from, with demons amid humanity where is safe? With work so ethic the travelling & busy schedule Family time is so limited. Days at work can't be focus; contemplating work & family such multi-tasking skills. A decision is needed. With an understanding wife The Bold decision took "I Quit" My agenda is Family Time & Self Endorsement. With such adrenaline Rush, vacation required with some liquor in cups with cube of ice.. Location already GPS, with a great mindset just like a happy wife should have a happy life.
By Sean Noble5 years ago in Fiction