Horror
The Final Hour
The ticking of the pocket watch reverberated in my ears like a countdown to doom. The faint glow from its face lit my trembling hands as I stared up at the towering clocktower. The hands on the massive clock remained frozen at 3:00 AM, a haunting echo of the watch I clutched.
By Chamuditha Appuhamyabout a year ago in Chapters
Rules of the Game
The taxi sped down the empty road, the hum of its engine blending with the rhythmic pounding of my heart. The driver said nothing, his face illuminated only by the dashboard lights. His expression was unreadable, but his presence was suffocating.
By Chamuditha Appuhamyabout a year ago in Chapters
A Game Begins
After that night, things were far from normal. The keychain and note haunted me, a constant reminder that the nightmare wasn’t over. I kept it hidden in my drawer, but every time I opened it, the words “Round two coming soon” seemed to taunt me.
By Chamuditha Appuhamyabout a year ago in Chapters
The Return of the Nightmare
Weeks passed, and the memory of the prank faded into the background. Life went back to its mundane rhythm—school, home, extra classes—but every so often, I’d glance over my shoulder, half-expecting to see that weathered taxi or the eerie driver lurking nearby.
By Chamuditha Appuhamyabout a year ago in Chapters
The Shadow Returns
Life went back to normal after the nightmare, or so I thought. For days, I couldn’t shake off the vivid imagery of that terrifying dream. The rain, the curfew, the taxi, and the gun—it all felt so real. My mom dismissed it as a side effect of my late-night thriller marathons.
By Chamuditha Appuhamyabout a year ago in Chapters
The Mysterious Day
After an extra class last Friday, I was on my way home. I glanced at my watch—it was 6:40 PM. Darkness had already blanketed the city, and heavy clouds loomed ominously overhead. There was no electricity, and the flicker of lightning lit up the sky as thunder growled in the distance. It was about to rain. I decided to run as fast as I could to the bus stop.
By Chamuditha Appuhamyabout a year ago in Chapters
Murders in Crescent Valley
‘’Ok.’’ ‘’You’ve got real talent son.’’ Danny smiled. ‘’Really dad,’’ ‘’Really, son,’’ Marshal stood up and le4 his son alone in his study. Danny sat down in his dad’s chair and found the website his dad spoke about. He found a horror magazine’s website called Fearsome Creatures. He submitted the story in an email and went outside to play. Two weeks later Danny received a letter in the mail. The envelope read ‘’To Danny Howard.’’ It was postmarked from Fearsome Creatures Magazine New York, New York. Danny rushed the letter up to his bedroom and shut the door. He sat down on the edge of his bed and tore open the envelope holding his future. Danny pulled out the letter and voraciously read it. The leer read. ‘’Dear Danny, Congratulations the editors here at Creatures Magazine have decided to publish your short story ‘’Nightmare Horror.’’ Sincerely, Rod Von Finger Blaster, Danny pumped his fist in the air. He felt a strange ela%on $ll his stomach. His cheeks felt hot. Danny raced to his dad. He saw the door to his father’s study was closed. A do not disturb sign hung from the doorknob. Danny knocked on the door and waited for his father to reply. ‘’Come in.’’ Marshal sang out.
By DJ Robbinsabout a year ago in Chapters
Murders in Crescent Valley
The next day Rachel visited her friend Margo Sullivan. Margo had kinky, frizzy, black hair and almond shaped eyes. Her skin was light brown. Her mother was black and her father was white. Last year her father had and her mother got a divorce. After the divorce Margo’s father had moved to Seatle and, Margo nor her mother had seen him ever since that %me. Margo sat on the edge of her bed. Her stereo was seated on the dresser. Jimi Hendrix music blasted out of the speakers. Rachel was seated Indian style on the 8oor in Margo’s bedroom. Margo noticed the puzzled expression res%ng on her friend’s face and decided to ask her what was wrong. ‘’What’s wrong, Rachel,’’ ‘’I’m just upset.’’ ‘’About what,’’ ‘’I’m just awestruck by the fact that Briany is so blasé about Tony’s death.’’ ‘’He broke her heart last night; she’s still hurtng.’’
By DJ Robbinsabout a year ago in Chapters
Murders in Crescent Valley
‘’Tell me about it; I just don’t feel sympathy for Ton right now. I know that sounds awful but Tony really broke my heart tonight and I guess I’m a lile messed up about it.’’ ‘’Well Emma Jean Watkins is missing.’’ ‘’I see.’’ ‘’I suppose you don’t care about her either huh?’’ ‘’Not really,’’ ‘’You sound like a total psycho; you realize this don’t you?’’ ‘’ I guess so.’’ Briany laughed. ‘’I’m just a little messed up tonight I think a4er a good night’s sleep I’ll be able to grieve more properly.’’ ‘’I see well goodnight psycho.’’ ‘’Goodnight and Happy Birthday swee%e,’’ ‘’Thanks, later,’’ ‘’Later,’’ That night the youngest member of the Howard family dreamt horrible dreams. His name was Danny Howard and he was the youngest son of Margaret and Marshal Howard. In his dream Danny found himself walking through the gates of a carnival. Eerie, metallic carnival music blared out of the loud speaker. A clown approached the boy and handed him an orange balloon.
By DJ Robbinsabout a year ago in Chapters
Murders in Crescent Valley
Emma Jean stripped naked and folded the clothes at her feet. ‘’Now rest your chest across this hickory stump and arch your buocks high into the air. A whore like you doesn’t deserve to die with dignity.’’ Emma Jean reluctantly did as she was told. She cried and whimpered. ‘’Please God save me; I’m a wretched sinner.’’ The clown grabbed the girl by the back of the neck and stabbed her hard, repeatedly eighteen %mes in the face with the blade of the knife. Soon the dead girl’s face looked like ham covered in chocolate syrup. The blood dripped profusely out of the massive hole in the dead girl’s face. The maniac climbed back into the stolen truck and sped o1. The killer turned up the Radio and blasted dark, modern heavy metal music. His dirty, shaggy, brown hair hung down slightly past his slender shoulders. His feet were bare. He played over the murders he had just commied in his mind over and over again. First he pictured Tony gazing dumbly at him through the windshield of Tony’s own truck before ge>ng killed. He could s%ll hear the snapping of Tony’s bones as the truck squashed him. He could s%ll feel the skull give way when Tony stabbed Emma Jean hard through the face repeatedly. In his own mind the killer had done well. He felt he was purging the world of evil.
By DJ Robbinsabout a year ago in Chapters
