Horror

The Ten Deadly SINS
The deputy director motioned for everyone not to interrupt, Professor Liang began to continue, the case is very simple, the only difficulty is that there is no clue. There are no leads, so we make them. The nature of this case has four possibilities: 1, rich young lady disappeared by herself; 2. Killed and destroyed in retaliation; 3. Being kidnapped for ransom; 4. Being held captive. The POSSIBILITY OF missing by themselves IS THE smallest, THE POSSIBILITY of being hijacked is the largest, the detection direction can only choose the kind of the largest possibility, as we can only find from this city, impossible to find from the outside. Being held captive? By whom? It's simple -- subway sex maniac.
By king4 years ago in Fiction
The Ten Deadly SINS
There have been a lot of weird murders on the subway. In 1974, New York of the United States, a group of masked gangsters hijack subway passenger to make a hostage, every hour to kill a, threatening government to take out a huge sum of ransom, facing the police surrounded heavily, masked gangsters after getting ransom mysteriously disappeared from the ground actually. Later, a subway patrol worker discovered the secret passageway dug in advance.
By king4 years ago in Fiction
The Legend of Pencilhand
If I were you, I would be careful when walking by yourself. Because if you are by yourself for too long, then it won't be long until Pencilhand comes out. He loves to go around killing innocent people. Who is Pencilhand you ask? Why he is one of the most fearsome killers in this nation right now. But he wasn't always like this. Why yes, a pretty long time ago, he used to be a normal, average day working man who knew right from wrong, but that unfortunately was before... the incident.
By Jordan Harris4 years ago in Fiction
Birds! Birds!
Lori was dreaming. It was a dream that could be called a nightmare to others, but she did a good job of coping with it. It was never the same, but it was always similar. There were birds. Lots of birds. This was a part of her dream that was usually different. The birds changed. Sometimes they were majestic ravens or crows, cawing incessantly; sometimes they were colorful birds, like Toucans, Parrots, and Macaws; but in the rarer of her dreams, and the more nightmarish of them, the birds were Cardinals screaming the farewells that were never said. Dreaming of the Cardinals, Lori would always wake herself screaming with sweat rolling down her face soaking her pillow.
By Charles Burgess4 years ago in Fiction
The Ten Deadly SINS
That night, the Ministry of Public Security will rise to the case for "a special case", the meeting decided to set up a special case group, from the national public security system 1.8 million police to choose four outstanding outstanding, four super police to replace the city bureau four director, as a special command, public security departments with unconditional cooperation, the deadline to solve the case. The meeting repeatedly studied, formulated the working principle, for the special case group leader of the candidate, we have proposed, but has not been determined, Bai Jingyu meditation for a long time, said: I do think of a person.
By king4 years ago in Fiction
The Ten Deadly SINS
A little tired, rest at Citic Pacific Starbucks. I just lit up a reasurer, and the shop assistant came to me and told me that smoking is not allowed in the reasurer, and asked me to go to the outside seat. I was so angry that I gave her a slap in the face and then said, do you know who this young lady is? Then he took out his Swiss bank gold card, threw it in her face, and said, "I'll wrap this up today," and, "get your manager here, and I'll have him fire you." She cried and rubbed her face, ran out of my sight, hem, dare to oppose this young lady, only death.
By king4 years ago in Fiction
The Ten Deadly SINS
Police came and cordoned off the scene. It is said that a policeman went down into the cave and never came up again. Gossip began to circulate, and a few days later, the police clarified that when the stadium was building a swimming pool, it had accidentally dug through the shaft of the subway tunnel because of a sinkhole!
By king4 years ago in Fiction
A Rural Night Scream
The thing I do not want to talk about is standing outside the door. Should I allow the friendly stranger to come into my dark entertainment center area? I could feed then clothe the character whose air waves travel in a flash like instant and a second reason to allow the technology invasion could be hearing an interesting story spun on this darkened night that once again was filled with nothing more than the daily cricket orchestra playing outside my cottage door.
By Marc OBrien4 years ago in Fiction
The end of demons
One day the train driver boarded ten passengers onto a local train. As the train moved along, one woman on the train saw them pass their stop.
By Brandon Lam4 years ago in Fiction
The Torrent Express
My eyes flutter open, the world a blur until I rub them for a few moments. My body feels as light as the air, and I find it very disorienting. I sit up slowly and gaze around, trying to get my bearings and figure out where I am. Wherever I am, it’s moving… as the entire room undulates slowly. Tchk tchk… Tchk tchk… that’s the subtle sound I hear coming from under my feet. The sound is familiar to me, but my clouded mind can’t quite place it. The room I find myself in is quite opulent, the couch I’m sitting on and the surrounding décor all Victorian. There is another couch on the opposite wall, not more than eight feet away, and a man sits there staring at me. Not in any disdainful or questioning way, but in empathy. To either side of us, the remainder of the room is lined with dining tables. Each seat is full, and I notice that all of the people in here are in dressed in the same style as the room’s décor.
By Anthony Stauffer4 years ago in Fiction
The Train
SNAP! He jolted in his seat, head rattling the window where he had been leaning as he slept. Where am I? He rubbed his eyes, helping them focus on his surroundings. He could hear the hum of an engine, the clack, clack, clack of wheels on a rail, the distorted sound as the train he was on hurried through the tunnels. Train. Ok. I’m on a train.
By Mayra Martinez4 years ago in Fiction
Chancellor's Crossing
His head hurt like the jaws of a vise clamped down on each side and squeezed. The left side stung, raw where he probably got hit. Max gradually opened his eyes to flickering overhead lamps and the incessant rattle of wheels on tracks.
By Rob Hynes4 years ago in Fiction