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The Laptop
It started as a regular day for Paul. He got his morning coffee and went to work in the morning. Paul worked at computer store where he fixed customers' computers. At the shop, he would either have to remove viruses, install some drivers, or even retrieve lost files. His shift went by fairly quickly. He didn't have many customers today. As he was getting ready to lock up the store—they usually close up at four on Sundays—a middle-aged man walked up carrying a laptop case. Paul opened the door and let him in. He would later regret that decision.
By Ryan Rivera8 years ago in Horror
Traitors/Visitors. Top Story - February 2018.
Traitors Her eyes rolled back in her head. It was a bad combination, too much too fast. She courted the fine line often, but they’d never seen her like this. They put her in the bath and turned on the cold water. She convulsed, her eyes rolling back in her head. The first thing she saw was their smiles and their camera phones. Traitors! She came around. They told themselves it was just the ecstasy. She told herself she’d be fine. Have another drink darling, I can wait.
By Conor Miggan8 years ago in Horror
Prince Charming and Sleeping Beauty
It had come to that point in Prince Charming's life where he must take a wife. His family had stopped trying to keep the bloodline pure many years ago. Besides, he didn't have a sister to be married off to and all his cousins were men so far. No, he'd go questing for his lady, find himself a true, blue-blooded damsel in distress like his father did before him.
By Shannon Rose8 years ago in Horror
Escapism Through Horror
People watch horror films for many different reasons. Maybe they like the idea of being scared s***less, maybe their interest lies in the special effects and the creation of gore, or maybe they watch horror because they believe in the paranormal/supernatural. Whatever the reason, the horror film industry is huge and new titles are being released every month.
By Catriona Boardman8 years ago in Horror
The Screams of Amy
On one unforgettable Saturday night, something I only thought happened in horror movies actually happened to me. On Saturday, October 3rd, at approximately 9:30pm, I received this chilling call from an unknown number. I picked up the phone to ask who was calling. No one replied. Then as soon as I waited four more seconds before hanging up, I heard a very disturbing scream. There were multiple screams in the background while whomever was on the phone was making heavy breathing noises. Due to how frighted I was I ended the call as fast as I could. My hair on my back was standing up and cold sweat was dripping from my armpits. Five minutes later the same number called again. I was going to ignore the call, but my curiosity got the best of me. I picked up the phone once again, but this time before I could say a word at all. I heard those familiar yet disturbing screams again. Then suddenly a creepy voice in the background said, “I’m here to get you.” And hung up on me. My bulb in my lamp blew out right at that moment. It scarred me almost to death. I got up and made my way downstairs to the basement to get a fresh bulb. I was so afraid of the dark I used my phone as a flashlight. Right when I made my way to the basement door, I heard a huge bang, it sounded as if the noise came from above on the second floor near the kitchen. I continued my way to search for a fresh bulb and luckily I had one left. I grabbed it and ran upstairs eager to get to my room where I felt more safe. I hurried to replace my old bulb with the new one and locked the door to my room. My parents would be home soon so I was eagerly waiting for them. I turned the TV on to keep my mind off the phone call.
By Taron Frazier8 years ago in Horror
Through the Flames
The sun, beaming down. Bushels of hay being thrown over the shoulder, the cows grazing on the field. He was too busy working to notice the sly creature stalking up behind him, ready to pounce at any moment. Held breath, one leg lifts slowly. Pause. Making sure that they haven’t been heard. Slowly a second step. And a third. Inching closer and closer. Waiting for the ideal moment. Like slow motion, at the full extent of one of the bushels being thrown over the shoulder; the pounce! “Got you!”
By Rodolfo Garcia8 years ago in Horror
The Black Rope Fiend
It was an especially dark evening in that ever so gruesome year of 1693. The wind howled through the darkness traveling to my location; briefly kissing my neck before again traveling onward. I walked at a brisk pace up the marble stair case of Morrison Mansion. The light of the open room stretched down the old moldy hallway. It walls almost devoid of colors from the years abuse. Taking one last breath of sinless air I wandered into the dim light. This must be heaven I thought to myself with a smug smile. The wind crawled through holes in the windows and walls, racing one another down the empty hall. When I reached the origin of the light I pushed open the aged door. It creaked in pain revealing a woman whose body was that of a peach. Bright and full of life. She stood nude, tied to the wall. I looked at her with pity. Did she deserve to die? No. She deserved to be cherished, and I would make sure of that. Her face was beautiful and fair, yet her eyes had a hungry look. I closed mine, feeling as though my mind was invaded by some sinister force. Visions of color and sounds blurred my thoughts. I scratched my head violently. The noise stopped and I was thrown into reality again. I walked closer, but was interrupted by the sound of another approaching from behind. Could this be him? A master of his trade. Death himself? I ducked to the right, hiding behind a large dresser. A man strolled in. His pace was quick and his body swayed as if listening to a daunting tune. He seemed rather cheerful. He was dressed in a large over oat and tight trousers. Both looked to be old and ragged. When he approached the woman. Her eyes opened wide. I could feel her pulse from my hiding place.
By Liely Harrow8 years ago in Horror
Reclamation
Low, sultry tones echoed from the piano as Morgana's fingers slid across the ebony keys. Moonlight faded into the gallery from the wide windows, bathing her in a sliver of light. Slowly the tune picked up speed, teasing out her fingers, daring her to keep up.
By Lystra Vestal8 years ago in Horror
Something Wicked
“Michael. You know you’re not supposed to be doing things like this.” I held the paper in my hand pointing to the top. He had written, “I am the sign of the beast” where his name should have been. And, he wrote 666 where all of the answers should have gone. It was a little strange, but most kids did something inappropriate with an assignment. I don’t know how many phallic symbols I’m seen on little boy’s papers through the years.
By Matthew Donnellon8 years ago in Horror
