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The Mask of Avalor
The night is still, no sounds to be heard; no animal, no insects. A storm is on the horizon; lightning flashes and thunder suddenly roars in the distance. A body lays on the ground. Completely torn to shreds, it is unrecognizable. A hole is beside the body which is soon filled with the unknown corpse.
By Malachi Wyatt8 years ago in Horror
'Happy Death Day' (2017)
“I’m totally having deja vu right now.Oh, I have it all the time.It’s supposed to mean like someone’s thinking about you while they’re masturbating.I have it at least five times a day.”
By Peter P8 years ago in Horror
Samaritan
The first thing he noticed was the cold. The air hung over him, motionless and icy. He felt the stiffness in his joints before he even had a chance to move his body. A thick cloud of drowsiness filled his head, making it hard to keep his eyes open on his first attempt at assessing the scene around him. An alarmingly sharp pain pierced his chest as he moved to sit up. Agony wracked his torso and he was sent gasping back down onto the linoleum. Breathless, he blinked rapidly, fighting to clear the blurriness from his eyes. The center of his chest stung with a pain that radiated from his sternum, and he wrapped his arms around himself as he tried to make sense of his surroundings. He was in a strange room—a long, rectangular space with high ceilings and fluorescent lights that flickered every so often, casting jumping shadows against the plain, bleached walls. A few chairs and tables were strewn about; some carelessly knocked over as if a group of people had hastily fled, and some set up in neat lines with clean metal chairs pushed in neatly around the rectangular tables. He opened his mouth and tried to speak, his lips moving soundlessly as he tried to work up the energy to call out.
By Bailey Johnston8 years ago in Horror
Noxen Light
"Hide," Larissa whispered sharply, shoving her brother into a hollowed, fallen tree. Once she was certain he was hidden, she sprinted away into the main clearing. She would hide him for as long as she could.
By Lystra Vestal8 years ago in Horror
The Murdering Crabapplestick
Something moved in the bushes. It’s back. That nightmare of a cartoon-looking sonofabitch is out there again. I thought it was gone forever.
By Sarah Terra8 years ago in Horror
The Dark Dream
The darkness can be both scary and terrifying. It's like the gate way to hell but much worst. No man or woman would dare to enter it, even the priest would dare to bless it. The air grows thicker, and the lights get darker but you keep going. You get to a gate that reads "do not enter;" feeling hesitant you push the gate open and the nightmares began. Once you enter you feel a little disoriented but you continue despite this uneasy feeling your getting from the gate. A few minutes of looking around you see a flight of stairs leading to a door. Once you get to the door, you start to smell flesh. You want to turn back but it's to late to go back. Slowly you push the door open only to greeted by Satan himself burning one of the lost souls from heaven. Before you can turn to run away he turns around and looks at you with his piercing black eyes and says, "I've been waiting for you all day, now now it's your turn to join the rest of the lost and damned souls who have banished me in this dark pit." You scream for help but no one hears you. He grabs you by the arm and throws you in to the fire. As you begin to burn alive he laughs in a dark chilling voice and reaches for you body one again to mark 666 on your chest. The burn was enough to wake you up in a pool of sweat. Hoping it was just a nightmare you grabbed your cross and slept with it for the rest of the night hoping Satan doesn't return to mark his next victim. You went to see a priest the next day to tell him about the weird dream you had. Ask you begin to tell him his face starts to shift, his eyes began to bleed, horns start to appear from his head. As you began to leave your feet are nailed to the ground, and your hands are nailed to the chair. Once the priest raises his head his face is now black and his eyes are a piercing black and red color. He then grabs you and proceeds to cover your body in satanic signs and scars. Each burn felt like a bowl of hot coal being dumped on your skin. Each scratch felt like cats clawing at your flesh. All you could do was sit in pain hoping it would end. Just when you thought it was over he gets one of his minions to beat you with a iron rod. He heats the iron rod and starts to beat you with all the force he had in his little body. Each beating felt like someone punching your stomach back to back. As the beating continues he grabs his pitch fork and stabs you.
By Gina Mace8 years ago in Horror
Dark Night Part 5
While Kerse drove, I used my phone to scour the internet for any trace of Beverly in any historical documents. At one point I found a copy of Rosa Park’s arrest report, which I thought was odd at first, given that there was no obvious link. “Did Beverly have anything to do with the Civil Rights movement?” I asked.
By Michael Bauch8 years ago in Horror
Vessel
Lillianna leaned back against an oak desk, the cool varnish sending goosebumps across her arms. Footsteps and voices echoed down the hall, pausing right outside of her door. Two separate voices, muffled by the heavy wood drifted in.
By Lystra Vestal8 years ago in Horror
Common Man's View: 'The Ritual'
I call it a common man's review because I have no experience as a critic, no mastery of language to make me a great wordsmith, and no power over my own mind to breakthrough my own opinions. With that being said, I am torn between having great admiration for horror creators and their creations, and myself being possessed of an unending well of fear. One might dive into my psyche and see every horror movie I have ever seen still tearing at the edges of my sanity every night as I lie in bed.
By Caleb Sherman8 years ago in Horror
Ash vs Evil Dead
The best show on television begins airing its new season in a few weeks. It airs on the Starz network, a channel not normally known for its original programming. Forget about other shows that purposely manipulate your feelings, tug at your heartstrings, or dive into convoluted storylines. Or shows that continues with an every-changing mythology just for the sake of shock, or perhaps writers that had run out of ideas and attempt to cram a show with whatever they can to see what sticks. No, no. Give me this show. A straight up horror show that bares all, keeps it simple, is nostalgic at the right moments, yet keeps it fresh with new characters and engaging storylines. Ash vs Evil Dead, the perfect show and binge-worthy treat.
By James Roller8 years ago in Horror
By Force
She was a young woman, only 17 years of age. She was average height for her age with a more muscular build. She had long, curly red hair and deep brown eyes. This young woman's name was Grace.
By Samantha Burgess8 years ago in Horror
Beautiful Exit
In the crisp wind, I exhale deep. The flattering of the wind beating off in the skies. The scenery of the valley induces reminiscing. The painted picture of the rigid mountains stains the soft beat clouds in the sky.
By Mark Wilson8 years ago in Horror