Horror
The Plague Ghosts of Doctor Thomas Johnson
Prologue: With These Word I Do Recount It was the year of our Lord 1665, during the reign of King Charles II that the Plague once more descended upon London and was 2 months into the pestilence and the death toll was only rising higher. Most of the Doctors and Surgeons had fled the city and word was spreading that the King was soon to follow. Only the dead, the dying and the rats would soon remain. Most viewed the plague as a punishment from God, holy retribution in the form of diseased rodents that bite and scratch their poison into human flesh. To the body snatchers and many of the unethical brand of doctors, this was a reward from God, a chance to further the understanding of anatomy, to cut apart and defile the flesh that house our souls.
By Scott Grim3 months ago in Fiction
Behind the Sheet
We moved into the house in late fall, the kind of season where daylight fades before you feel ready. The nice elderly landlord walked us room to room with a natural smile, pointing out upgrades and fresh paint and how the furnace had been recently serviced. He kept talking, but every time we reached the hallway, he angled his body away from the last opening at the far end. He never looked at it directly. He never mentioned it.
By Joey Raines3 months ago in Fiction
Sewer Snake: Slithering Slaughterfest!
Chapter 1 – Not Another Sewar Creature You have heard the theories, right? The ones relating to creatures in the sewars. Alligators, Giant Rats, Mutated Humanoids… B-list horror movie bucket lists can probably give you some more. I mean… even children’s cartoons contain creatures, ninja ones at that who live in the sewars of New York City! My story takes place in London, no rats, alligators, or turtles in sight, nah my story just has a big-ass toxic snake that decided to unleash terror upon the residents of London, straight from the sewers to the toilets… (yes toilets…keep reading…) so let's dive straight in!
By Scott Grim3 months ago in Fiction
The Sound of Rain That Never Falls. AI-Generated.
No one in Hollowbridge could remember the last time it had rained. The clouds gathered every evening, dark and heavy, but no drop ever touched the ground. People called it The Dry Storm, a strange curse that made thunder echo but never bless the soil.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction
UPDATE: The hotel laundry that runs itself after midnight
Hey everyone, It’s been about a week since my last post. I honestly didn’t plan on updating — I thought maybe I’d just scared myself too much, or imagined half of it. But things have gotten worse. Way worse.
By V-Ink Stories3 months ago in Fiction
[FOUND FOOTAGE UPDATE] About that hotel laundry post… the one that ran itself after midnight
Hey, I didn’t think I’d ever post here, but this feels important. I work at the same [REDACTED] Inn the last guy posted about — the one with the laundry that supposedly “runs itself after midnight.”
By V-Ink Stories3 months ago in Fiction
Behind the Sea Green Door. Runner-Up in The Forgotten Room Challenge.
From the outside, it was just your run-of-the-mill garden shed. One of those metal sheds that becomes sweltering and almost unbearable on a summer’s day. It was a little rusted around the edges and worn with age. Where the paint had survived the elements, it was a beautiful sea green that matched the colour of the winter grass after the rain.
By Sandy Gillman3 months ago in Fiction
