Dmytryk Carreño
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Here to tell scary stories.
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Possessive
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The pale skinny man with wool trousers and gray teeth gazed appraisingly upon the dusty space, his gray grin widening. He had with him a backpack filled with more cheap candles purchased at the local Tuesday Morning thirty minutes back the windy road at the edge of Collinsville, a knock-off Zippo that he stole off an army buddy eighteen years back, and a hunting knife that seemed to be vibrating with eagerness to cut something. Cut anything. He imagined the knife was the tooth of an ancient, hungry monster and that it thirsted for meat the way the monster used to. Needed satiation, he often thought to himself.
By Dmytryk Carreño4 years ago in Horror
Mayna and the Monster
1 Week Earlier… Lucas Waylon seethed, sweat dripping from his pale and bony, naked torso. The heat lamp in the corner of the room was really only doing half the work of warming him, the other half was pure rage. The reddish-orange light of the heat lamp cast the space in a moody ruin of dank crimson, while the beat up Windows laptop on Lucas’ desk bathed him in a sickish bluish-green pall.
By Dmytryk Carreño4 years ago in Horror
Mayna and the Monster
Mayna moved along the wall, pushing her back up against the door to Mr. Moore’s Chemistry classroom, trying not to let her sneakers squeak, going wide around the pool of blood that was blooming toward her feet. She was sweating cold, salty bullets.
By Dmytryk Carreño4 years ago in Horror
White Hot Voodoo Lightning
He should’ve been out by now, Roy thought as he checked his watch again and grunted loudly into the dark cab of his truck. He laid his meaty hand on the horn for one... two... three... four whole seconds. When he saw no movement in the house’s dark windows, he cursed, leaned across the seat bench, and cranked the passenger window down. The cats and dogs falling from the sky were making their way inside and, though he didn’t take particularly fastidious care of his vehicle, something about the seat getting wet on top of being late really pissed him off something nasty.
By Dmytryk Carreño4 years ago in Fiction
