monster
Monsters and horror go hand in hand; explore horrific creatures, beasts and hairy scaries like Freddy Krueger, Frankenstein and far beyond.
Eggs
After completing seven food deliveries, I went home. I entered my apartment and every time felt a sense of emptiness. Not because I was lonely but because my jerk of a roommate took his furniture and moved back in with his parents. After an hour my phone started ringing, “Hey Oliver, how’s it going?”
By Ruben Ramos5 years ago in Horror
Monster Slayer and Box Boy
A grubby child maybe 13 or 14 sits on the wooden porch of a trailer home bruised and dejected, ravenous. He has been beaten by a drunken father for eating paint off of his bedroom wall. He is skinny and always hungry though he gets three square meals a day. He eats hair, dirt, paint, and sometimes nails or other bits of metal. His bizarre appetite has left him with an untreated case of tape worms. His hair is dirty, long in patches almost hiding the other patches, patches of raw scalp where the hair has been pulled from. He picks up a stick and begins to walk around the ugly desert that is his back yard. I say an ugly desert because this is not a desert of beautiful saguaro cactus, flitting wrens, and magical sunsets, instead it is a desert of illegal dumping, trailer meth labs, and acres of rusting junk some his fathers some not. The boy picks a few pieces of the remaining, sun faded paint, from the rickety splintered porch railing he stuffs them greedily into his mouth then picks up his stick and plods into the desert. In his mind’s eye he sees himself freed from the trappings of human hood. Wandering an alien landscape scorched and hateful. impossibly tall and gauntly thin where hands once were now dirty augmentations. There is a crude flame thrower on one stump and a forked spear on the other. Something moves a two headed Gila monster or maybe just a one headed rabbit. Lightning fast he stabs it, cremates it and wolfs it down, one back leg still kicking. Back on his ugly piece of earth, he spies a large brown pile something new and he begins to make his way toward it.
By Watson Brown5 years ago in Horror
SENT TO KILL ME
She had her back turned to the wall beside my gate with her head resting there as well. I noticed she was crying profusely. Her dress was stained with blood -- the butt area. She was about 12 years of age. I walked towards her and gently turned her over. Her eyes were swollen.
By Vivian dindu5 years ago in Horror
The YellowJackets
The pulsating sound of their beating hearts vibrated the drums of ten-year-old April Moore's ears. She covered them, attempting to block the sound. It just intensified, generating a rapid heartbeat within her. Beads of sweat appeared just where her hairline met; the temperature of her body began to rise. What is happening to me? Her sharp brown eyes looked around the classroom noticing the minute things most people wouldn't; the specks of dust throughout the room the ventilation system was recirculating, the dirt that lay between the floor tiles, a tiny stain on Mrs. Mitchell's Louis Vuitton bag that the teacher hadn't even noticed.
By Terrell Hicks5 years ago in Horror
Short Nightmares
I dropped my phone under my bed last week and haven’t been able to convince the monster to give it back. He loves sugar, so tonight is the night. Halloween. It brings me some comfort being able to relate to its sugar addiction; Makes it feel a bit more human. Typically I would just give it something from the cupboard but mom’s been on this new health kick recently... needless to say, the monster has been unhappy ever since.
By Michael Crone5 years ago in Horror
Dead DayZ
You awaken in the apartment bedroom, news blaring on the television and the sound of a helicopter soaring outside. You stayed up way too late and don't remember all of the details but flashes of moments: drinking whiskey, chaos in the streets, your sister packing suitcases, and police cars lining up along the major avenues like makeshift border crossings.
By Kenny Haugen5 years ago in Horror
This Night...
The rain beats the windows almost to the point of breaking it. The lighting flashed bright outside and the crackling thunder followed. A mouse-like girl sat at the dark oak table that seems to go on forever.The house was desolate of joy and laughter;only the cloud of melancholy filled the house. A booming bark breaks the silence and the girl's countenance illuminates and she gently pats her loving pet. The dog's tail wagged side to side almost as if it is following the rhythm of a song. The girl found comfort with her dog to substitute her parents who were absent most of the day due to working long hours to pay the bills.It was a usual night for the girl but this night will not be like her monotonous days she always experiences.
By Courtney Jones5 years ago in Horror
Mirror
For one hideous moment, she thought it was a gift. The mirror stood at least six feet high and had been lent against her front door, its width wide enough that her front porch felt dwarfed in comparison. It was, she supposed, a work of art – if one had questionable taste that leaned towards wooden representations of goblins cavorting throughout the heavyset oak frame. She paused, keys in hand, and realised after a moment of unmitigated horror that it was more than likely just another of Sienna’s antiques, brought home from work – for whatever ungodly reason – and currently awaiting transportation to – hopefully – somewhere far, far away. Lord knew the house was already filled with enough accumulated debris from her housemate’s chosen vocation of antiquities dealer that one more would most likely go unnoticed. But there was something unsettling about the mirror, something that didn’t sit right with her. Perhaps it was the face of the women who’d been Peer Gynt-ed into the below, the look of abject terror. Perhaps it was the leering faces of the goblins and imps as they clutched, and dragged, and pulled… whatever the reason was, Keira knew she didn’t want it in her house for any longer than it had to be.
By Emily McRae5 years ago in Horror
