Horror

The Case of the Black-Faced Rolex
Detective John "J.J." Johnson sat at his desk, staring at the blank piece of paper in front of him. He had been tasked with solving a series of burglaries that had been plaguing the city for the past few months, and he had hit a dead end.
By YogeMathu3 years ago in Fiction
"The Witch's Mansion"
he It was a dark and stormy night. Rachel, John, and Samantha were driving home from a Halloween party when they took a wrong turn and found themselves lost on a deserted country road. The wind howled through the trees and lightning lit up the sky.
By Preethi3 years ago in Fiction
A Wealthy Socialite's Dark Secret
It was a beautiful spring day in the small town of Oakdale, nestled in the rolling hills of rural Indiana. The sun was shining and the birds were singing, but for one woman, it was the last day of her life.
By YogeMathu3 years ago in Fiction
The Ghost of the Old Mansion
It was a dark and stormy night, and Rachel was home alone in her old, crumbling mansion on the outskirts of town. She had always been a little bit afraid of the place, with its creaking floorboards and strange noises that seemed to come from nowhere, but tonight, her fear was at an all-time high.
By YogeMathu3 years ago in Fiction
Underground human sculpture: with a dragon service of the sculpture, play scrap also help to deal with
I think I'm good at sculpting, but I've never made it big, and my girlfriend, who was with me through thick and thin, has left me.
By min3 years ago in Fiction
Mr. Gladhaus ’ Window
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. He stood on the other side of his living room window, quite dead.
By Elisabeth Balmon3 years ago in Fiction
The Monastery
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. It was a small window; narrow, about a foot high, and the glass was dirty now with dust and what looked like smudges like someone had their face pressed against it. It was six feet above the creaky, wooden flooring on which young Anna Coscarelli stood, staring up, unable to see anything through it now. There was an old chair below the window for help but she was happy so didn’t use it.
By Steven Bowman3 years ago in Fiction
Lead us not into temptation
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. If anything, the world looked like one of those environmentalist pictures. One small safe haven left with the whole world around it having fallen into chaos. Staring out she drifted off as she thought of his last words. “Don’t come out until the circle’s completed! When it’s done, grab my sword to get out!”
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Fiction
Reflection of the Full Moon
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. However, the gaurd was not in his office. It wasn't uncommon for them to just leave the prisoners unattented to for hours. Not even for simple human needs like meals or bathroom breaks. The cells didn't have toilets in them. These prisoners are lucky if the guards bothered to feed them once a day. These were such terrible conditions ever since the ridiculous "Anti-occult." movement took place and somehow managed to make it's way into politics and then made it's way into congress. Iva used to never have to worry about nonsensical political matters at a tender age like sixteen. But now, she must adapt and survive.
By Xiara Rue3 years ago in Fiction
The Stormy Night Robbery
It was a dark and stormy night, and the streets of downtown were empty and quiet. The only sound was the steady patter of rain against the pavement.
By YogeMathu3 years ago in Fiction
"The Ghost of the Haunted Cabin"
"The Ghost of the Haunted Cabin" It was clear that no one had been in there for a long time. Cobwebs covered the corners of the room and the floor was littered with debris.
By kadarkaja3 years ago in Fiction
The Murder of Suraj
It was a dark and stormy night in the small town of Millfield, and Peter sat at his desk, staring blankly at the computer screen in front of him. He had been working on a case for weeks, and he was starting to feel the weight of the world on his shoulders.
By YogeMathu3 years ago in Fiction