Ashley Morgan
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Nightmares
“Willow.” The sing-song voice spoke. She was in… her basement? No, this room was different. The gaunt, white walls towered down, the floor sank under her weight. She looked down, seeing sweat-stained pads covering the surface. Slowly standing, she could hear the shlick as the fabric lingered on her skin, slowly sinking back down as it let go. She swore that if she looked close enough, she would see maggots crawling under the thin membrane protecting her from the dirt. Pale, red stains dripped from cracks in the concrete of the walls. A muggy stench hung in the air, making Willow cough and her eyes sting and water as she pulled her sleeve to cover her face. From the corner she stood in, she could see a small window across the room.
By Ashley Morgan4 years ago in Horror
Ceaseless Rythyms
My eyes flitted open and my stomach contracted, causing me to jolt to awareness. The floor I had been laying on was cold, and blood stained the sleek surface, clotting and sticking to my side. The room reeked of the metallic scent; I put my sleeve up to my face to block the unbearable odor, but my position on the floor had layered it with the thick, vermillion substance, smearing it on my skin, glistening in the twilight. I gasped, heaving for breath as the smell invaded my lungs, causing tears to cultivate in the corners of my eyes. I stood up, revolted by the rancid excess of the pulp. I looked around the area, but couldn’t recognize anything. In fact, there wasn’t anything to recognize. The only thing in the room was a small flashlight that barely illuminated the blood and myself. I picked it up and set its gaze ahead of me. The line of light protruding from the bulb barely made a dent in the airless space. The hair on my body stood on end, goosebumps forming as I shivered. I looked all around myself for something, anything. But nothingness enraptured me. I started walking, feeling the utter uselessness of the movement. I walked for what could have been minutes, or hours; I walked until the tendons in my calves locked from fatigue. I stopped and sat down, tears now rolling down my face.
By Ashley Morgan4 years ago in Horror
The Phantoms
I sat in amazement as I stared at the whiteboard. A few kids gave some glances and confused stares, but it uncharacteristically didn’t bother me at all. I watched as the teacher drew shape after shape, dumbfounded at how she was making them move. It was as if I had apparated to Hogwarts and was reading the Daily Prophet. The figures spun and rotated, dancing as shadows were cast behind them by the fluorescent lights. Why wasn’t anyone else amazed? Couldn’t they see this pure magic? The moment was cut off as Mrs. Sine erased the board, moving on with her lecture, but I had stopped listening completely. What did that matter now? It wasn’t until lunch that I asked anyone about that moment.
By Ashley Morgan4 years ago in Confessions
Ephilate
He walked down the hall, his freshly-polished dress shoes tapping rhythmically on the glossy tile. Straightening his vest, he ran a gloved hand through his dark, slicked back hair. He paused, preparing himself for the speech he had to give. He thought of his audience, sitting in their seats, casually talking. Their invitations had simply given instructions for the dinner party: details on attire, the address, and various other relatively minute details. He smirked, lightly tugging on his gloves. Clueless bastards.
By Ashley Morgan4 years ago in Horror
