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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
AK Type End Of The World Scenario. SCP Containment Breach.
The trodding of heavy boots comes from all around the little cave SCP-682 and SCP-053. 682 is primed and ready to fight, while 053 is doodling on his side. Commands and orders come from outside and ring in the cave. Everybody seems tired, panicked, but there is a note of readiness, like the soldiers from the SCP Foundation are used to this. After all, it's been 2 months since the breach in Site 9. 682 lets out a low-pitched growl, and 053 strokes the little hair that is left since their last encounter. 682 turns its massive head around and nuzzles her in the stomach. 053, or The Girl, giggles and pats its head.
By Juda Thomas5 years ago in Horror
The First House
The tears came in tandem with the stinging of the wound, the frantic fumbling of fester-some fingers upon the ragged jagged edge prompting it to shriek! Eric prodded at it with his tissue, whimpering as the ugly snarl of his own flesh defied him, screamed at him in a voice of sharp and shooting scorn! Yet, as he fidgeted with his wound, his mortality leaking over his young fingers, nothing unsettled him more than the deafening absence of the room before him. The room yawned and stretched and creaked like something waking. Something so impossibly old and so impossibly inhuman. Whatever fate he had avoided by entering this house, he wondered if it was perhaps preferable to spending another second in the oppression of its maw. Walls that had from the outside seemed small enough simply to hide him from his pursuers now had seemingly swallowed him whole. They towered and tunneled into the oppressive dark, arching over one another, framing him beneath a blanket of shadows that rested upon the dark wood floor like slumbering beasts. Eric stumbled to his feet and gasped a ragged breath, though no stranger to running he was not best suited to the exertion.
By Veris Marock5 years ago in Horror
Evil cat
My cat wants to kill me. Last night I was sitting at the computer watching YouTube videos when I happened to look to my left and there she was. She just sat there and stared right at me. That wasn’t anything weird though. I’ve had pets before that just stared at you for no particular reason. The part about it that really unnerved me… was that she was smiling. That’s weird right? Cats don’t typically smile right? This wasn’t just any smile though. You know the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland? It was like that. A big toothy grin from ear to ear. Like a living cartoon cat. Her teeth are so big too. I never noticed before, but to be honest I haven’t had her for that long.
By Wesley Maddox5 years ago in Horror
Reed Alexander's Horror Review of 'Sputnik' (2020)
You know what I found to be particularly disappointing about this movie? It wasn't an Alien (1979) ripoff like I was promised. I was told this would have elements of The Thing (1982) and even Life (2017), in the good old-fashioned tradition of Russian Knockoff films. What I got instead, was an intelligent, interesting, and even complex, standalone film that holds itself upon its own merits. I was expecting Xtro 2 (1990) at worst, and Leviathain (1989) at best. I wasn't expecting this to actually be GOOD.
By Reed Alexander5 years ago in Horror
AE Type End of the World Scenario. SCP Containment Breach.
-WARNING. SENSITIVE INFORMATION. FOR 0-5 COUNCIL MEMBERS ONLY- Dear 0-5 Council, I wish I was writing upon better circumstances, but, alas, another breach has been confirmed. Our “Highly Trained” Security staff is failing us. This recent breach has happened in Site 27, releasing some of the most dangerous Entities. Now, the public has not been informed, but I strongly suggest we at least warn them of possible dangers. Our job is to Secure, Contain, and Protect, and if we do not warn everyone, then we can't protect them.
By Juda Thomas5 years ago in Horror
Curious Little Things
Nick was looking for Rex while out of camp, searching for his brother as he was simply nothing without him. Soon, he came across a couple interesting individuals much to his curiosity. As he walks along, he accidentally bumps into one of them, gently knocking them off kilter as he was a lumbering mass of pure unadulterated muscle. The other's instantly leap to their friends aid, screaming bloody murder, causing quite the dramatic scene. Nick didn't care, it mattered not to him what pitiful mortals thought of his movements, let alone the fact that they driveled away with energy that deeply disturbed him. He liked most people, he would've loved Isabelle, though, inadvertently, he would accidentally avenge her as he continued on his way. One of them, the one called Zipper, ran up behind him and tried to stab him. Of course, Nick wasn't a normal being, he was a child of Chaos. Blessed with uncanny strength and durability, the blade breaks off his flesh and flings into the ground beside Betty, who then goes on wailing about how Nick just tried to kill her and how she would tell Connor on him. He didn't know this.. Connor. He merely wanted to find his brother. Soon, it escalated, Red pulling a bow from nowhere and firing off three flaming arrows, each snapping as they touched Nick's skin. This finally caught Nick's attention, he didn't much like the feeling of needles. He turned around and lumbered over to them, their faces aptly shrouded in fear as he stepped over. He spoke at a reasonable level, even straightened out and kept eye contact, his mother had always taught him that such was customary. "Please refrain from attacking me, I meant you no harm." He said, his voice awfully soothing if he did say so himself. Of course, the useless individuals that were known for beating our poor Isabelle until she couldn't stand, spitting on her body and calling her expletives would not take such a claim with anything more than a grain of salt. He stood there, bewildered as they tried to trip him up, Zipper and Red both hurting themselves with kicks to his legs. Soon, Four, the one that fell over due to his lumbering gargantuan size, would join in. Four's punches were actually felt, though, it was a minimalistic feeling for Nick. Then, Four caught Nick in the nose. Now, with any living being, on any realm of existence, the nose being hit would hurt like hell. If the force was correct, the nose would cause excruciating, eye watering pain with such an impact. Nick never liked pain. As soon as the punch connected, Nick's face grew horrid with ire, his purple and pink eyes glowed in the sunlight. Once he gathered himself, a dome of disgusting pinkish energy formed around him, around the group. Four, Betty, Zipper and Red, all realized that they had just made a monumental mistake. The dome grew eyes of sickly purple, dark and disgusting beams of light shining in on Nick to create a spotlight for our boy. Soon, he raised his arm, albeit quite slowly, to grab Four by the throat. Four was terrified, it was obvious because as soon as Nick started moving, Four froze. Soon, Four was six feet off the ground, screaming bloody murder as Nick slowly but surely squeezed Four's throat. Nick did not know restraint. The flesh of Four's throat was screaming under Nick's pressure, his massive hand wrapping perfectly around Four's throat while he did his deed. Four's eyes rolled into their head as their air disappeared from their lungs and body, tears rolling down their cheeks as his fist squeezed. Their mouths foamed and soon, that was it for Four. Their flesh burst with the muscles that once maintained their breathing, their teeth stained with red as they had been spitting up blood the entire time. Nick then took Four in their cold, lifeless splendor, the vertebrae that had been turned to dust slowly falling from their mouth, into his arms, consuming Four completely. His eyes widened with pleasure, his muscular unkempt form bulged with energy, and he was not done yet. He grabbed Betty, who he hated the most, by her hair, placing his free hand on her shoulders before tearing her scalp from her head with all of her hair. He then ate the flesh and hair while the dome filled with screams of bloody murder and heresy. Then, he grabbed poor Betty by the head, his massive hand wrapping around her head like it's a golf ball, squeezing until the screaming stopped. Until Betty's head no longer hindered his consumption. Then Betty was gone. Zipper and Red stood in horror the entire time, Zipper sat there, staring as if he were ready to make a decision, staring as if he had a chance. Red banged at the dome, screaming as loudly as she could, hoping to the Gods, to Chronos, to whatever higher power that she could escape this. Of course, this meant nothing to any Gods, this was inescapable. Nick was always a gentle giant, though his temper sometimes could get the better of him. He waited for Zipper to make a move, praying to Chaos that Zipper would surrender, that Zipper would be smart. Nick left that dome alone. Zipper ran for Nick, dashing around like the flash while he tried desperately to make some type of damage appear. It was all for naught as Nick simply stuck his hand out, catching Zipper by the face and watching as the g-forces of Zipper's movements made Zipper vomit up whatever tasteless food he consumed earlier, the vomit seeping from Nick's hand and completely drenching Nick's dress shoes, much to his dismay. Nick offered Zipper far more mercy than the others, knocking him out. Nick then lay Zipper on the ground flat, Red trying her hardest to avoid contact with the mired and psychotic being before her, flattening herself out against the dome. As he did this, four spikes made of the pure chaos energy he had control of spawned and floated. Sickening for Zipper to know that he would be pinned to the ground with Four's remains. The spikes flew into Zipper's hands and feet as they were positioned, splaying him out on the ground to look like a starfish. His screams were drowned out as Nick took a torturous approach, sticking Four's mouth to his like duct tape, only for Four to speak to him. "We-we shouldn't have hurt her. We shouldn't have hurt her." Their lips repeated a hundred times over, slowly getting more distorted and gruesome with every word. Zipper knew that this was the real Four, that Nick revived the sentience of the being he killed just to torture. Nick then grew a claw of pure energy, dragging it as lightly as he could across Zippers torso, only for the flesh to flower open like a spring time rose. Zipper couldn't scream, only stare, as he listened to the tormented and feverish screams of Four from his own face, his eyes slowly closing as his heart stopped. Did he deserve this? Yes. At least, Nick thought so. He did the same to Zipper as he did to the rest, the lifeless white-eyed corpse of Zipper disappearing into Nick's flesh, making his body bulge with muscle. That's when he turned to Red, mascara and red hair dye flowing down her face. Nick walked over to her, his trench coat dressed in viscera and muscular sinew from the debacle, telling her to stand with a voice that mimicked Zipper's and Fours. She did as told, looking up at Nick and pleading, begging, hoping that if there was a god, it would help her. There was. He didn't go to kill her though, he went in for a hug. He hugged her tight, hugged her close. He rubbed her back and calmed her down. He kneeled to meet her eye level and even kept eye contact, smiling. She smiled back, his big lumbering form meaning a lot more than she thought it would and then, she gave him another hug. He chuckled, told her everything would be alright, told her that her friends are okay, that she'd escape this. Every single word sounded genuine. Was he genuine? "Did he mean it? Would they come back? Could I hold them again? Could I kiss their cheeks and laugh on the way out of our favorite restaurant? Could I.. Could I kiss him again when he came back?" Red's thoughts spiraled in her mind like a tornado, filling her with euphoria as she remembered her old endeavors with her favorite people. Her old endeavors before Nick. He smiled at her and nodded, as if he could read her thoughts, her giving him one more big hug. A hug that was so warm and forthcoming with true unbridled love that it was hard to believe it ended. First, she couldn't feel her foot as she stepped away. her foot was sputtering blood onto the ground. "How did his hand get there without me feeling it?" That thought was drowned out by her screaming, pointing at her foot in disbelief as Nick leaned closer, stopping the blood by dragging his finger up to her knee, consuming every last bit of it. That was when Red realized that this was the end, that her friends weren't coming back, that Zipper couldn't treat her like he treated Betty. Her eyes plead with Nick's as he went, his deadpan and cold. As if he didn't even enjoy it. He stared her in the eyes while shushing her with one massive finger, her voice hitching as thread spawned in her lips, sewing them together. He truly had grown tired of all the screaming. He had consumed everything below the neck before her eyes went white. Just a lifeless, brown haired mess of a head lying on the ground, jaw hanging ajar. He took her by the teeth and dropped her into his mouth, those wide and milky eyes being the last the world would ever see of her. The dome disappeared, he whipped the blood from his trench coat, and all was normal again. Walking off, he sees his brother Rex, a truly unkempt bloke, very short temper on him. Nick waves, a smile on his face, how long has it been since he's seen Rex?
By Casey Castro5 years ago in Horror
