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'Long Lost'
Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. My heart starts to race again, synchronized to the rhythm of the boots. Sweat beads poured down my face and into my eyes. I'm scared. I start to feel lightheaded. The sound came back to surface. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom—silence—the boots came to a halt and everything went dark.
By Ciara Saucier8 years ago in Horror
My Friend Z, the Demon
It was 3 am. I had just gotten into bed after a night of scary movies and junk food I already regretted eating. A shower was of no interest to me at this time but I felt gross and hopped in away. The hot water burning my skin felt better than anything. I stayed there for awhile, enjoying the warmth until it was so hot in the restroom that I felt dizzy. I laughed at myself and got out slowly. Getting into my sweatpants and a cropped sweater I made my way to the bedroom, a towel still wrapped around my head holding the birds' nest that was my hair.
By Fenix Grace8 years ago in Horror
Prey For Me Pt. 5
The sun sliced into the night sky with the precision of a surgeon’s scalpel. Slowly, the clouds turned from a bruised purple to warm orange, as blades of golden light cut across the sky. Skeagan had slept fitfully through the night, after Aaliyah took him home. He was up before dawn, ready to move forward in the search for his brother. He watched the sky changing from his perch on the branch of a pine tree. The thick, green branches hid him from the mortals below.
By Stephen Biller8 years ago in Horror
Indie Horror Films You Have Probably Missed
Apart from the fact that you may have missed them for this very reason, the indie horror films from far and wide have showcased innumerable pleasures for those who not only love the horror genre, but prefer extreme terror over all. Even for the people who love the older films more (we all watch the classics after all), not all the given indies are for everyone, and even more of them simply shouldn't be watched by all eyes.
By Gerald Oppugne8 years ago in Horror
An Unwelcome Guest
I have changed names to protect this family's privacy as requested. We will call them The Millers. Anna grew up on the Sunshine Coast, on what is still called Reed road back then, it was still largely wild. On the left side there were rows of freshly built houses. Behind those houses stood untouched forest entwined in rows of tall intrusive power lines. The other side of the street was much the same.
By MoriaCavandish8 years ago in Horror
Underrated Horror Films from the 90s
Though they may be nothing like A Nightmare on Elm Street or Silence of the Lambs, these underrated horror films from the 90s have been overlooked for a variety of reasons and tend to be ignored, even though deserving of far more acclaim than they have actually acquired. Either way, they're still historical pinpoints in a rather interesting decade that had proved to be, itself, a blending of various controversies. Likewise, these films stuck to meshing themes of sci-fi and humor with that of some quality horror, yet still fell by the wayside upon release due to either disinterest from various viewers, or simply poor returned reviews by critics.
By Alfred Taerz8 years ago in Horror
The Shriek. Top Story - March 2018.
I was sound asleep when I heard it. Underneath my blanket, my ears heightened to a state to where I could hear the drop of a pin a mile away. I wanted to get up but my body wouldn't allow me. I was stiff with fear. What could make such a sound? I couldn't imagine it out of a human or any wildlife nearby. It occurred again, only closer. My body came out of its stiffness, allowing me to get out of the bed. I dashed to the window, opening it all the way. I poked my body out and looked up and down the dark mountain beyond the trees. I waited a minute to hear the shriek again to detect its direction. It didn't come. I closed the window. Even though I didn't know what is was, I changed into my hunting gear and equipped myself with my rifle and handgun.
By Emily Ericson8 years ago in Horror
Turned
The entirety of nature in the hands of a simple librarian, an average everyday fellow. He would wake up, shake himself to get the body stirring and brain juices flowing, grab his dream journal and write down the experiences of the night. This was his every morning—same wake-up time, same cup of coffee—the drive to work, recognizing the uniform drivers and traffic, thinking the same things he always did.
By VillainousTitan8 years ago in Horror
