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Lost
“I always have to be the hero.” Faye thought, admonishing herself for her current predicament. This was supposed to be good for her. This was supposed to be different. A fresh start. A new place, a clean slate, a step towards normal. And here she was, in trouble again. Lost. Again.
By Pryia Blunt5 years ago in Horror
Dark Corner Closet
Shadows crawled across the walls, the safety of the streetlight mingling with the trees to cast warnings on the floor of what will come to get Johnny in the middle of the night. The claws and teeth of unknown beasts and monsters cast through the window crept along the floor, faded before they slid to the middle of the room. The only other source of light was the narrow sliver cast by the open bedroom door. Johnny tried to focus on the light, his rebellious eyes drawn back, past the scratching claws of the beasts and monsters, into the dark corner of the room.
By Vulture Writer5 years ago in Horror
The Bar Near My Home
My neck was stiff from lying too long on the couch. I could not recall when I last had the urge to move a muscle. My face was numb from hugging the sofa fabric and my back was screaming from bowing like a bridge into the cushions. Somehow, it felt as though I had just said goodbye to visitors, and was then wallowing in the sudden absence of interaction and embrace. This did not help motivate me to rouse myself from this self-induced anguish. In my line of sight, a show I had watched through a dozen times played on. The comedy had lost its fervor to me this day, and the drab daylight seemed to turn everything grey. The ache of my skeleton only perpetuated my exhaustion, and I realized if I did not move from this position, the cycle would continue indefinitely.
By Antonio Surita5 years ago in Horror
Max.
Let me tell you a story about this young man named Max. My name is Al and I was Max’s best friend growing up. Max is fueled by hatred, he was a child that never had a chance to make it in this world. He had a bad upbringing, his mom died at birth so his dead beat father took care of him if you want to call it that. His father was the meanest man I’ve ever met in my life. Randle was his name, he would punish Max for just about anything, and he used to beat him until he would almost lose consciousness. This one time, Max was outside playing with some of the neighbor kids on his block, and then Randle came home and must’ve thought that he was having too much fun. He did his infamous whistle to call him back into the house and punched him in his stomach so hard he puked on the floor, and some of it got onto Randle’s shoe, so he beat him even more because of that.
By zachary iliff5 years ago in Horror
Santa Claus in the middle of the Night
They say that Santa Claus is not what he is made out to be. Of course, everyone knows Santa as this big fat jolly guy dressed in red. He comes in the middle of the night and leaves presents for kids that have been good all year. It is also believed that cookies and milk should be left for him to snack, for he does travel the whole world during the night and needs his power snacks.
By Bazooka Teaches5 years ago in Horror
Michael Redmtion
StartMultiverse theory said that every possible action, ever, has happened in some world. By this logic, all worlds thrived at some point, and all worlds must die. The gods made humans to give life to those worlds, but they made the destroyers to clean up the mess. Now it's our turn.
By Anthony Sanders5 years ago in Horror
Silenced Genes
While everyone was distracted with the discussion, Skippy decided to creep downstairs and see if he could get Jeffrey to come back. The outside door was wide open. As he peered out, Skip noticed movement not far from the step. He peeked around the door frame as a neighborhood cat ran past him, inside the apartment and right up the stairs. Skippy jumped and leaned back against the wall a moment to compose himself. Heart racing, he realized his plan was a bad one. As he went to close the door and go back upstairs, he heard a scream. A single terrified shriek. It was a child's scream. Before, when it was all chaos, there were so many voices, he couldn't pick one out from the rest. This was different, the sound ran through Norman in a way he never knew fear could feel. It made him sick inside, he could barely stand. He realized he was trembling. Then he heard another noise, barking from up the stairs. Cedric wasn't too happy with the newest house guest. Norman heard Alice screaming, “Skip? Where is Skip? Oh no, oh no no no. Norman! Where are you?”
By Rebecca Tkacs5 years ago in Horror
Silenced Genes
In the meantime, the traffic jam that happened as a result of this accident turned blood bath caused the bus with the elementary students to let the children out farther down the road than the regular bus stop. The bus turned down a side street and disappeared before the line of traffic trapped it on the main road. Seventeen children between kindergarten and fifth grade stepped off the bus and immediately started walking over to see what the crowd was doing. Ricky saw the yellow blur out the corner of his eye as it took the corner. In the commotion, he had forgotten that he was waiting for the boys, forgotten there were other children – his sisters' friends – still over there too. He felt his stomach lurch, but he turned mid-stride and raced back to the children, screaming, “Hey! Don’t go over there! Run home!” With all the other noise, Ricky knew it was pointless.
By Rebecca Tkacs5 years ago in Horror
