Horror

The Figure Of Eight
The Situation There were tales of serial killers or murderers but there were no real connections apart from there were always eight, but that was it. They occurred in Britain and on the European Mainland and incidents had happened on the North American land mass. But the only thing that connected them was that there were eight corpses sometimes the result of violence, and sometimes the diagnosis took longer to decide. Drugs and poison had sometimes left their trace.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Fiction
Bad Noise In The Wood
Was the same all life, until see something in sleep. Saw small animal no fur in wood, not food, too small. Feel danger, but it small. Something not same, different. Not scared all life, only when wind turns over in sky and fall. But this scares. It comes closer. Eyes open.
By Joseph "Mark" Coughlin3 years ago in Fiction
The Superheroes Side Mission: The Werewolf Predicament
Two years have passed since Linda’s first transformation that cast her off to the Nightmare Realm. She has held quite a grudge at Jeremiah ever since he abandoned her to wither away in the Nightmare Realm. She hopes to one day cross over to the real world to get her revenge. A dark, sinister version of Jeremiah walked up to her.
By Jeremiah Ellison3 years ago in Fiction
The Superheroes Side Mission: The Tale of Linda
Dream 1 I fell asleep and drifted off into the world of dreams. At the time I was only seven years old. Me and my parents walked across the grassy field to a small orphanage. The building was black and gray, with a little bit of wear and tear. However the building itself wasn’t the important part, it’s who I met inside the building. A young, beautiful girl by the name of Linda. Immediately I was star-struck upon gazing at her. I don’t remember the color of her eyes. My memory is telling me that they were blue, but they could have easily been jade. She had a smile that can warm up even the coldest of hearts. However, what I remember most about her appearance was the green dress and white long skirt she always appeared in. This appearance I would remember for the rest of my life. “Hello,” I said to her. She giggled and we went to play in the playground out back. I don’t remember exactly what we played, but I believe we may have been playing ball or taking turns on the teeter-totter. Childhood pastimes that seem to last an eternity with the right people. Next thing I knew my parents adopted her and she ended up going home with us. I never really considered her a sister. Like I said, I was star-struck with her. A childhood crush if you will. All I know is that I was really happy to spend time with her and I believe she felt the same way. We walked across the field back home and that’s when I woke up.
By Jeremiah Ellison3 years ago in Fiction
Training For Purgatory
Koichi’s dark disheveled hair popped upright off the back of train seat as the chime for the stop sounded. He heard the doors of the train his open. He opened his eyes for a moment as the doors hissed shut again and the train lurched forward towards its next stop. The interior of the train swum for a second as his brain tried to right itself. A little bit of focus returned. He looked down.
By Steve B Howard3 years ago in Fiction
A Man Spoke to Me
I remember the first night I heard his voice. Whispers hard to understand were entering my ears, breaking into my skull, freezing my thoughts. Time seemed to move slowly as the man was singing to me. Singing to me with words I could not comprehend. A certain dangerous sensuality was dancing in the air and on my skin, and I could tell, I could tell it was him.
By Emilia Chisim3 years ago in Fiction
Don't make promises you can't keep easily
Seven days before Mason's wedding, no matter when he turned on the computer or the TV, all he saw were news reports of Katherine's strange death and her body's miraculous disappearance, and even the text messages and phone calls on his cell phone were all related to Katherine's death. The bride is still wearing a blood red dress and bridal makeup.
By Turnell Feliu3 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 23
We heard them before we even saw them . Out of no where we were surrounded by a large army of insect warriors . There were still a few of the big ones left . The numbers were minuscule compared to how many normal soldiers had suddenly circled us . With their small size they still formed a thick intimidating circle around us three . We instinctively formed another triangle . Only this time we were back to back . Out of no where a bleeding , sweating , but smiling John says . “ Here we go guys !”
By Terrence3 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 22
I told the guys , “good teamwork but lets keep moving until we get out of here . We can patch ourselves up before we do our last charge to the cave “. We continued to sprint and luckily we made it out of the forest into the clearing . From the edge of the forest we could see the Sapphire Cave . The cave was large and dark . Even from the outside you could see that it was connected to a mountain on one side and it was connected to hills on the other . The entrance was big and menacing . It resembled a giant predators mouth more than a cave entrance .
By Terrence3 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 21
Time was of the essence , we had our fun . It was time to get serious . Time to go to my bag and plan . I had 3 communication tubes left , because I was holding all of the maps in it . Too bad there wasn’t a map for the cave . I inspected my drill , and kept it in a handheld mode for sudden battle . I also had an idea to make a small shield using the vines . I told the fellas in case they wanted to follow along , but they were okay . They seemed busy themselves planning and gathering whatever useful tools they could nearby .
By Terrence3 years ago in Fiction
Devil Among Us
If I had another choice—any other choice—I would take it with one simple question: when can I start? Yes, this is a life that I used to not mind so much in the past. A way to survive is a way to survive, and I’m not particular in how I survive as long as I accomplish doing so. Yet things are different now. If there was ever peace, I have a hard time remembering it. Have atrocities always been made light and comedic by the public? So much so that they sing their songs and make their games with tragedies in mind? If I bet on a horse named ‘Jack the Ripper,’ will it stop him from coming after me?
By Calliope Briar3 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 20
So I decided to do the honors of updating Bulls Eye . Especially since I had already gave John the honors of waking him up . I briefed him about the troop totals and our final conclusion . That the insect people all have been headed to the Sapphire Cave . I also told him that we should charge through the forest and try to surprise whoever or whatever awaits us at the cave ready to fight . That was the main point of camping so close . Other than the danger of the forest ,
By Terrence3 years ago in Fiction