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The Queens Curse
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Dark and thick, the water surged against the current, bubbling like sludge as it crawled back into the earth’s maw. A foul stench, sharp and metallic, hung in the air as if something ancient and rotten had awakened from beneath the kingdom of Arindale. Those who lived near the banks whispered of voices rising from the water, calling for anyone who ventured too close. The whispers carried secrets—terrible, hungry secrets.
By Jason “Jay” Benskinabout a year ago in Fiction
The Door Never Lies
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. Mark sat rigid, eyes fixed on the fire as it struggled to stay alive, flickering against the suffocating darkness of the old farmhouse. The silence pressed in, thick and heavy, broken only by the occasional creak of the wind-battered walls. Father Guiseppie’s warning was a drumbeat in his mind.
By Jason “Jay” Benskinabout a year ago in Horror
The Hollow Ones
Dr. Banks stood frozen, his breath shallow as the sound of scratching echoed from behind the cellar walls. It was subtle at first, like a distant clawing, but the sound grew louder, more frantic—like nails scraping the inside of a coffin.
By Jason “Jay” Benskinabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Knock. Runner-up in Spooky Micro Challenge.
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. Jaclyn whispered the warning to herself as the wind screeched outside, shaking the fragile walls of the cabin. The old Applegate Estates on Old Hwy 90 groaned with age, but the rule had kept her safe so far. She wished she hadn’t come here, but the storm trapped her, cutting off any chance of escape.
By Jason “Jay” Benskinabout a year ago in Horror
