monster
Monsters and horror go hand in hand; explore horrific creatures, beasts and hairy scaries like Freddy Krueger, Frankenstein and far beyond.
Monsters
Your body kind of sways to the sound of music heard in the distance as you clutch your gun closer hoping the twitters in the shadows heard down the alleys to each side of you aren’t monsters stalking you for dinner. I know what it is to fear those sounds that are echoes of memories from when you were little and hiding under the covers in mommy and daddy’s room because there were always skittering, twittering, scratching noises all around your room. Sounds that ignited into life the second the night light ran out of juice after your parents turned off the big lights for bedtime.
By Rhys B. Crabtree8 years ago in Horror
Howl
HOWL HOWL "Is anyone out there!? Please!" I can't be alone anymore, I don't want this life, I refuse this. All of it. Ever since my change, I've wanted nothing but to slaughter the young, old, innocent. Who would want this? I grow more and more scared of the voice behind my eyes that whispers "Us."
By VillainousTitan8 years ago in Horror
The Knock
Henry Carter froze at his desk, the candle flickering next to him after his sharp intake of breath. His heart pounded against his chest and his lungs felt as if they would burst from the tight hold he kept on his breath, ears straining to hear in the silence, eyes searching in the darkness pressing against the feeble glow of his candle. He had heard it, he was certain he had. Admittedly, he had been dozing off as he finished writing down his story in the journal. He wouldn’t put it past himself to be imagining it. It was a sound that had haunted his dreams since he returned from his expedition to the Arctic; the wailing and the dreaded words, garbled and perverted by the nature of the one who spoke them.
By R. D. Scott-Taggart8 years ago in Horror
The Last Shortcut
The sky above my head is grey but getting darker as the seconds fly past, the first few raindrops starting to fall hit the ground. I yank up the hood of my jacket, tucking my auburn, wavy hair behind my ears. I am not exactly dressed for a storm. Having just finished work I am dressed in black skinny jeans, black pumps, and a zip up jacket covering the hideous blue polo shirt my job at the supermarket requires me to wear.
By Natalie Davies8 years ago in Horror
Prince Charming and Sleeping Beauty
It had come to that point in Prince Charming's life where he must take a wife. His family had stopped trying to keep the bloodline pure many years ago. Besides, he didn't have a sister to be married off to and all his cousins were men so far. No, he'd go questing for his lady, find himself a true, blue-blooded damsel in distress like his father did before him.
By Shannon Rose8 years ago in Horror
Mythical Monsters
When you were little, did your parents ever tell you stories where you wondered, "is that true?" For me it was the tale of Sirens; their voices being heard on abandoned shores when all else is quiet. The woman who told me the story told me with such conviction. Years ago, on her travels to the edge of the country, was a beach unlike any other. Even the ocean itself wasn't making a lot of noise that day. The fog was thick and with her ankles submerged in water, the song began. It was quiet, alluring, but also terrifying. Quickly she left, too afraid to investigate. It didn't sound close by and even though the melody was inviting, she felt it in her soul that she needed to get away.
By Celestia Morelle8 years ago in Horror
The Doll Maker
Piper was on her way home with her brother and sister. They were talking about a new case they had been assigned. Piper and her siblings were detectives, of sorts. They took down the most notorious criminals: serial killers. Obviously, they were not normal triplets. They had been trained since they were small children. The triplets came into this way of life rather, you could say, unexpectedly. Their parents were killed by a man who was pure evil.
By Black Pearl8 years ago in Horror
Ted Carcus
In wildlife, the younger animals may be more vicious than the elders. When backed into a corner, they will attack. There have been many deaths in my lifetime. I soon grew immune to death. I suppose I should’ve cried when my parents died … I should have felt something. Not a single tear dropped from my eye. I killed them. They had it coming, they were the ones after all that left me in the back of a hearse when I was younger. They locked me inside of a casket with a dead man.
By Kyle Shamburg8 years ago in Horror
Pennywise Wasn't Created by IT
Pennywise was a real person… At least that’s the theory I’m starting with. In Stephen King’s IT the titular, unnamed entity takes on a multitude of physical identities, but something occurred to me. None of these identities are “original.” I specifically highlight when IT takes on the form of the teenage werewolf or the mummy. These are creations of from the psyches of the children. IT probably didn’t sit through a showing of I Was a Teenage Werewolf or The Mummy. Rather, IT took these forms because IT knew the kids were scared by them.
By Michael Bauch8 years ago in Horror
Anguli Pythonissam
*10 years ago* I was just laying in bed, watching my favorite YouTubers, and eating some chips, slowly dozing off but fighting the urge to fall asleep. The video was almost over anyway, might as well finish it. But my body had other plans. All of a sudden, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move, there was a ringing in my ears, and all I could see was straight into the eyes of...something. It was a black mass, almost having a human figure, but things were just not quite right to say it was human. It had big, glowing eyes that seemed to not allow me to look away, and a mouth full of sharp teeth, dripping with blood. It was moving towards me from the corner of my room. It reached out its hand as it glided over, its limbs too long to be natural.
By I Am A Pizza8 years ago in Horror
