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Alesha
I was married once. For three years. Quite literally the longest three years of my life. I met my wife Alesha in the most basic of ways that we have for meeting new people these days; at a bar. A few friends and I were out to celebrate my best friend Jordan’s accomplishment in passing the bar exam. Most of them got piss drunk, but I sort of babysat my drink all night. I’m not really sure why, I was just as thrilled and proud of him as anyone else. I just felt a bit….off. Some time getting close to last call, I noticed the most beautiful woman I have ever seen was looking at me. ME. I’m not un-handsome I suppose, but I’ve never been one to get strange women’s attention. Generally I have to be the one to initiate contact, and I always, ALWAYS screw it up somehow, without fail. Something in my brain tells me, “pretty girl! Tell her about the grossest possible thing about you. Right now. No? Ok, spill her drink on her and then accidentally touch her breasts trying to get the drink out of her shirt. She’ll DEFINITELY assume you’re trying to cop a feel. But it’s ok, DO IT.”
By Rii Pierce5 years ago in Horror
Post Apocalytic Aquarium
Chapter 1 – A day at the aquarium Sebastien sat at the counter. Gloomy, dark and grey as usual outside the aquarium. He lazily sat his two feet upon it as he gently leaned back in his old wooden chair. His only and best pair of brogues scuffed at the toe but still holding charm.
By Kyle Casey5 years ago in Horror
Chain and Hook
Chain and Hook By Mark J. Wilcoxen I've been hunted by this monster for as long as I can remember. In fact my earliest memories are of it clanking around under my crib. Not being fully able to talk I cried for my parents who were quick to enter my room and soothe me. In those early years I only ever heard it, mostly under my bed. On occasion it'll be in my closet. The common underlier was the clanking of metal against metal; similar to a normal clanking of a chain, but different at the same time. There was a maliciousness to the sound that is hard to describe.
By Mark J. Wilcoxen 5 years ago in Horror
The Princess
How did The Princess take control of our message board, if only for a few seconds? It didn't make any sense. Our message board wasn't a video game. Our message board pulled all its information from the Internet. The Princess was already inhabiting a game at the same time. All the rules we thought we knew, all the things we thought kept us safe had failed us. Could she have done this at any time? Could she do it again? Were there any real limits to what she was capable of?
By Aditya Choudhary5 years ago in Horror
The Investigation of Mr. Blakesly
I: The Evidence My suspicions began on a Monday after I had been sent to the headteacher’s office for a small fight in class, one that I won, mind you. Whilst waiting to be seen to, I couldn’t help but overhear his conversation with two police constables; a pupil two years below me—I was in year 10—had been killed on Friday, mutilated even, presumably walking home from school as he was in uniform still. Horrifying was the information I had heard, and queer I found it how Mr. Blakesley seemed to be in control of the conversation, riddling and questioning the police himself at times; he even managed to get information out of them, when one would think it ought to be vice versa.
By Charles Robertson5 years ago in Horror
Snuff film torture victim
Start I was tortured by friends and family January 15th 2019 Many that may read this will have already heard my story, peers I grew up with and even girlfriends knew before I found out. A lie went around that I owed some drug Lord Money when in reality these men that snuff filmed me twice are nieghbors friends and family members in my area, some that work at hospitals and have just the job for the snuff industry. Its funny because they are the people where if a kid in the nieghborhood does drugs (falters even a little) and doesn't have parents to protect them than they are Gods hand in making that child pay anyway they can (from any and all professions). That is the type of nerdy group were talking about. Rich typically white Mormons that fell into this religious fanatic frenzy of money making off a cruel dirty brutal filthy business. These poeple have money most inherited it sort to speak and they have nothing better to do than judge people, to find the right person they think deserves cruel treatment. People would like to think that this would have to be the works of a dark dark organization and its the exact opposite. And let me tell you how I found that out.
By Kebrah Khool 5 years ago in Horror
Soulless Creatures of the Night
Chapter 1 To this day I can still see the faces of those boys standing in that back alley and it brings shivers to my core...When I was nineteen, me and a friend of mine Bobby got this bright idea to sneak my grandmothers car out and drive to Hollywood, California for Halloween. I thought, why not. I knew that my grandmother was going to be gone for a few days and we would have the car back before she ever noticed that it was gone.
By Cynthia Gibson5 years ago in Horror
I Am Hyper
Chapter 1 When I was a small child, my grandmother had a house on 10 acres of land outside of Choctaw, Oklahoma. The backside and to the right of the house was thick Oklahoma woods. Past the woods on the back of the house were the train tracks that led to a huge train trestle. I spent many a summer days playing on the trestle with my brothers. Those were the best memories of my entire life. From the center of the trestle, you could see for miles in all directions. Green fields with cattle, rivers, woods, and farm houses. It was a scene right out of a Norman Rockwell painting.
By Cynthia Gibson5 years ago in Horror
The Second Sin: Part One
It didn’t look like a building, that was the first thing Chris thought. Bricks and mortar were scattered, shattered and worn and over their battered form a jagged, ragged, metal spear rose sharply to meet the dawn. The frame of the building had remained intact, though its brick-lain facade had crumbled to ruin. It had stood that way for years upon years, growing more ruinous but never fading from memory. A ghost of the building lived on, clothed in the horrors it once housed within its sagging belly that its defiant walls alone recall. Time had tried to bury it with rain and wind alone as no growing thing would touch it, despite its age and despite its location no green or flowering life blossomed between the cracks in the well worn concrete. Nothing grew. Nothing lived. The factory stood in its grave, rotting alive, refusing to die entombed with secrets that no waking mind should hope to find. The Belle Factory craned its warped head above the trees and grinned a crooked smile of broken steel as new life approached it again. The only life foolish enough to do so.
By Veris Marock5 years ago in Horror
