slasher
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The Ashen Horse
“It has become a national issue, Josie,” commented Tim. Timmy Burkman, senior detective for the Federal Bureau of Investigation, preferred to be called Tim. This steaming pile of excrement had fallen on his plate, and although he didn’t want to get anywhere near it. He had to defend the company line to Josie, a lieutenant in the Salt Lake City Police Department.
By Daryl Benson5 years ago in Horror
Everybody Dies Pt. 1.
Mads woke up screaming out of bed. Heavy breathing, her forehead covered in cold sweat, she was shaken by the nightmare she had. All she could do: was sit on the floor shaking. Till her husky nudged her to get up. “what the fuck was that?” She said, as she looked at her phone. The clock said: 8am. She shook her head & stood up & made her way to the bathroom to get ready for work. Before she would hop in the shower, she went online to a discord server called: “General Fuckery,” to share her morning with her friends. So I had this nightmare where me, Bella, & Raku, were killed by these creatures. That shit was intense, the only good part about the dream: Was JD getting ripped apart.
By lilp kaibrown5 years ago in Horror
A Fool's Game
Mark let off the gas as the victorian era mansion emerged through the parted trees, his nerves were full of static, and he found it hard to focus. He never wanted to return to this place, and honestly he wanted to turn around and go home. Greed, however, was slowly overwhelming his sense of discomfort. Succumbing to the sunken cost of the drive, and the promise of fortune, he drove on. The twenty grand in the bank was nothing more than bait, and despite the oppressive feeling that nothing good would come from this, Mark was ready to swallow the hook.
By Jameson Rodabaugh5 years ago in Horror
The Ashen Horse
She quietly chuckled as she read the morning papers out of Cape Cod, Massachusetts. They had brazen stories about how ‘The Ashen Horse Strikes Again’. She, of course was on the other side of the country having left early the previous morning. The stories reported how the killer had brutalized the two victims. She really thought that was quite unfair, she had been surprisingly efficient and clean in her work. They barely suffered; all things considered. Rumors had it that he deserved three times what he got if half the stories were reliable.
By Daryl Benson5 years ago in Horror
The Ashen Horse
The assassin slowly watched the sunset over the coastline. She was patiently awaiting the dark, for it was the dark when she came alive. The rest of the time she was just an imposter, but it was in the night when she was her true self. Only in the silence of the night.
By Daryl Benson5 years ago in Horror
Blackout
Billy’d died, so he was out. Two left. I couldn’t see what’d killed him, not until I flipped him over. A deep stab wound at the base of the skull, ripped sideways to create a ragged flap. God only knows what she’d done it with. His needle was missing. Shit. Billy made four; Jane wasn’t fucking around. Back home, any needle violation was a summary decant, with a thousand compressed hours of behavior therapy thrown in to make sure you learned from the mistake.
By Ben Whitelake5 years ago in Horror
An odd beginning
I have been hearing of my own death for months now as though it had already happened. The inhabitants of the other apartments walk past my door each day gossiping of how I died, each time more or less different in some way. It's funny how the word of mouth works, huh?
By L.D. Malachite 5 years ago in Horror
Nocturnal Witness
This night was no different than a handful of nights before. Many moons in between, yes, but the feathered one had already been a witness. Nearly ten feet below, a struggle ensued, one-sided as it was. Outside, the wind alternately roared and whispered through the trees, sounds from the most visceral nightmares. As the temperatures dropped, the diffident fowl sought warmth in the tightest rafters of the barn. The familiar face below belonged to a man in his forties, with a slight build, hunched over, and fighting to drag a cumbersome object inside the barn. Under the night raptor's watchful green eyes, the recognizable man revealed a body beneath him.
By Mary Beth Helms5 years ago in Horror
White Owl
Sitting around telling scary stories, Dan, Lexie, Stan, Susan, and Joseph listen as Lori tells her story! " The Legend states that anyone that sees a white owl fly in the moonlight anytime there is a full moon, will surely die! The last time we had a full moon, there were three people that actually took a picture of it, they posted it and shortly after it was posted, they were all found dead! So I suggest that you do not look at the moon tomorrow night because if you do and and that white owl flies in the moonlightwhile you are watching, your fate will be sealed!"
By More Than Words5 years ago in Horror
The Call
The autumn night air blew through the trees making them sway from side to side like dancing ghosts in the night. Those who lived in the neighborhood were all young professionals that worked in the business district nearby. The majority of them had all gone out to Halloween parties, but not Alice.
By Robert Boudreau5 years ago in Horror
