Mystery
Precipice Chapter I: The Fall
The first thing Avery Thompson could recall was her body falling through a violent, stormy sky. Below her was nothing but the roiling waves of a disturbed ocean and the shadows cast by each peak and trough. The air was bitterly frigid - slices of cold lanced her cheeks, chest and arms and tangled into her jacket and hiking pants.
By Amanda Starks2 years ago in Chapters
Rustle, Oklahoma
The night was in stark contrast to four hours ago. Thick clouds blanket the moon turning the world black. As if the small town of Rustle was inside of a dark orb. Out on the dirt road going to Lisa’s, it felt like I was traveling through a tunnel. The only lights were the small orbs from the porch in the distance and my headlights.
By Francisco Reyes2 years ago in Chapters
Rustle, Oklahoma
Lenny led the way into the house as that Josh Turner guy’s music played outside. I followed behind Henry, entering the house and closing the door behind me. Nobody else is allowed inside the house. We cross through the living room past the two long couches and recliner around the glass coffee table.
By Francisco Reyes2 years ago in Chapters
The Rat’s Tale Part 3/ Prequel
“You know I’m having a Christmas party, right?” Diamond asked in a tone that implied not only that she’d already invited me, but that this was a friendship, not a client/ stylist relationship. I thought that was weird, but it was the holidays, and a Mariah Carey tune can really bring the best out of people.
By scaldingblktea 2 years ago in Chapters
Rustle, Oklahoma
Billy I stopped at my house after leaving Lisa’s. I quickly entered my small home beelining towards my room. Lenny’s gift was inside my closet. I had placed it inside of a small, wooden chest with black, iron bands. In it I kept the things most important to me. I slid the closet door open, grabbed a black windbreaker, dragged the chest out, and knelt in front of it. I placed the windbreaker on the ground, unlocked the lock of the chest with the small key on my keyring, and snapped the clasps back.
By Francisco Reyes2 years ago in Chapters
Rustle, Oklahoma
Henry Some country song played filling the whole clearing with music. The artist was Josh Turner or something like that, country was never my go to music of choice. I always preferred hard rock and metal since I first listened to Metallica’s Kill ‘Em All album in Josh’s basement when I was thirteen. Josh Turner’s song has everyone moving, drinking, eating, and enjoying the evening so, I guess, I was enjoying it too. A tinge of embarrassment struck me remembering what I told Mary about country music, “I might be from the sticks, but you won’t ever catch me listening or enjoying this on my own.”
By Francisco Reyes2 years ago in Chapters
Rustle, Oklahoma
I didn’t actually have anything to read. Richard’s prickly attitude was there since before I came. His grumpiness since the accident is nothing new to me. I didn’t want to ruin his baseball game by him having to go up those stairs with his tired legs. I could wait outside until seven. I needed a little rest after all the work I’ve been doing this week after all. So, I sat on the wicker chair they have outside. I stretched out my long legs. Placed my hands behind my head and stared off at the empty field soon to be a sea of corn by June.
By Francisco Reyes2 years ago in Chapters
Rustle, Oklahoma
I walked towards the white, chipped and wind-whipped, fence surrounding the lawn of the home. I pushed the gate open, beside a leaning, white mailbox, and walked on a stone path. Weeds grew between the cracks of the stones and at the edges. The front steps were shouldered by small hedges needing a quick trim.
By Francisco Reyes2 years ago in Chapters
Rustle, Oklahoma
Henry continued driving down the main road. On the left side, was the market and back down the street would be Dole’s. Henry got on the left most lane, drove further down the road and go onto a middle-turning lane. Henry waited for a couple of cars to go past then made a U-turn. He drove up the road, turned into the small market parking lot and turned the truck off. “Here we are,” Henry announced our arrival.
By Francisco Reyes2 years ago in Chapters
Rustle, Oklahoma
Henry continued up the road past Bob’s and past Cobb Street. We went five minutes out of town, Henry slowed the truck down and turned on his left blinker. He waited for the incoming traffic to pass by before going off the shoulder onto a dirt trail. On the dirt trail, it was as bumpy as I remembered. The trail elevated and went up a hill. At the top, in a clearing surrounded by pine and birch trees is a two-story house. The house Henry and I grew up in.
By Francisco Reyes2 years ago in Chapters
Too Close to Home: Unearthing Hometown Secrets - Part 1. Content Warning.
Are you curious about the eerie events that may have unfolded in your very own hometown? Join us in the "Too Close to Home" video series, where we dig up creepy, mysterious, and unexplained stories from our Patreon patrons' hometowns. In this episode, we explore the chilling history of Perth, Western Australia; Queens, New York City; College Station, Texas; WHL, Merseyside, England; and Antrim, Northern Ireland.
By Ali boubaker2 years ago in Chapters
