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Inside
The van came to a stop and I lean forward to catch a glimpse. Disappointment washed over me. “It's his birthday.” I remind myself. We drove seven hours in the dark and rain, to end up in the same. We pull off the highway and are enveloped in forest. The road fades away and we are gone.
By Amber Butcher5 years ago in Horror
Trapped
The sun beat down on Wilson's skin like the belt his father used when he was just a boy. He could feel his skin leathering with the combination of heat and direct sunlight. His whole body was sore and aching. Looking around the beach he was sitting on, realizing for the first time the breadth of the situation.
By Jake Ashworth5 years ago in Horror
Inside
The van came to a stop and I lean forward to catch a glimpse. Disappointment washed over me. “It's his birthday.” I remind myself. We drove seven hours in the dark and rain, to end up in the same. We pull off the highway and are enveloped in forest. The road fades away and we are gone.
By Amber Butcher5 years ago in Horror
Infection
She grasped her mothers’ locket in her hand. Heart-shaped, and made of silver, it was the last physical memory she had of her mother. It contained a photo of her and her mother at the beach when she was 8. That was 4 years ago. Before the meteor had hit. Before the hunger and the thirst. Before just surviving became her way of life. It was a better time, a happy time. There had been no happy times for a while now.
By Nathan Coutu5 years ago in Horror
The Atrament Summons
My greatest regret is not destroying the accursed atrament wardrobe sooner, for the children’s sake, and my sanity. Having lost both parents, the piteous children came to live with me, their great uncle. Naturally I was remiss, having never fathered children myself. The only love of my life died ere I could propose to her. In bitterness, I swore off fanciful romanticism as childishness, whilst my immediate family produced children, who grew and produced children themselves. Two boys and two girls, to be exact.
By Dean Floyd5 years ago in Horror
For Dudley
A gust of wind caught the hood attached to a tattered woolen trench coat. A thick gray hand reached for it immediately to keep it in place. The creature knew the wind was cold, even though they could not feel it. It was important to keep covered, both to keep their internal organs warm enough to function, but also to conceal the odd and discolored assortment of human parts cobbled together that made up their physical form.
By A. Scott Harlow5 years ago in Horror
Do you really want to know?
I wake up, the smell of the garbage rotting in the July heat almost overpowering. I hold back the urge to retch, I pinch my nose shut and take deep breaths through my mouth to calm down. I look at the light seeping in through the cracks in the doors. I pull the stick from under the metal edge and though the U brackets I installed on the doors. I listen and I don't hear them, I lift the door and look around. No one is sight. I climb out of the dumpster. I chose this dumpster because there is a fire escape above it. This is my other way to escape if jumping down to the street was not an option.
By Wayne Baillie5 years ago in Horror
Heart in the Hallows
There is the deadbeats and the dead, the living and the lost. Sorting people into those categories may seem like a waste of time, but that is where you and I differ. I am forever sorting people into categories; kind and crude, this and that, wrong and right, sane and insane...whatever seems to fit the cause. People fit the mold, and if they do not make the cut, they are either tossed in the trash, or made to break to fit in.
By Mariann Sawyer5 years ago in Horror
The Taken
When the rains come, the howls ascend like rancid fire. It begins with one or two and then spreads like a fire amongst them all. Like wolves calling in the hills, but without unity or purpose. Wild vocalizations without control, like a rage forced through damp chords of flesh crushed from them by an unseen hand. A haunted bellow of something utterly lost. A nothing calling to nothing.
By Kevin Rolly5 years ago in Horror
Clockwork Heart
"My Dearest, I no longer remember the date, and I have written countless entries to you. Honestly, I am beginning to doubt we will ever be reunited, but I hold onto the dregs of hope that one day I will hand you this ragged diary and hang your necklace around that lovely neck of yours once more. Perhaps on that day, you will decide you do not care to read through the miseries I have traversed since our parting just before the H Day when everything went to hell. If you do... I will not apologize for the actions I have taken, regardless of how cruel or morally disgusting they may be. Every action, every fight and struggle, has been to get back to you my dearest heart. My only regret is not being by your side to offer you whatever shelter and protection I could in those chaotic early days. I hope you are safe. I hope to find you soon, slim as the chances are. I will not stop searching until I find you or my last breath.
By Laura Domas5 years ago in Horror
Brute Force
Some people say that you have to see it to believe it. At the moment when legend becomes reality in a first person sense, that is when some of the greatest memories are born. When the foundation of beliefs are created by facts and testimonies, blending together to create some of the greatest, passed down story telling one can encounter. Especially when you get to relive the story for yourself. What you're about to read is a rendition of a story that was told to me, then confirmed by my own testimony. It's been a story told and re-told by myself to my own children and friends around the campfire.
By Nathan Smith5 years ago in Horror
