Horror
A Ride On The Eternal Express
Beth started to feel vibration lightly shaking her body, She was moving she thought to herself, and that was what was shaking her awake. She didn't want to open her eyes, the bright light she knew was waiting to blind her as soon as she cracked her eyelid, the unforgiving light that would never let her get back to sleep. Suddenly, it hit her in a flash. The gut wrenching anxiety twisted on her stomach. Beth shot up and screamed. She was utterly terrified and had trouble collecting her thoughts. A sense of doom washed over her. Where was she? Who was she? Everything was so fuzzy. A fog was over her that blocked the concious ability to make sense of what was happening.
By Ash astrid4 years ago in Fiction
Transit
Jack woke with his face so close to spider web fractured glass that he thought his own pupil had cracked. Even having never ridden in a train before, Jack recognized the large rectangular windows and rows of benches. The benches had a dark and brilliant wood finish, with the backs all ending in a detailed swirl that reminded him of church pews. Running down the center of the aisle was a deep red carpet. It was almost as if it used to be a different color, and the red was just a stain on the fabric. The sight subconsciously tapped into Jack’s deepest memories and caused an involuntary shudder.
By Andrew Perkins4 years ago in Fiction
The Runaway Train
I stared at the picture of the train. Not for the first time I was convinced that I saw a movement. Very slight, almost imperceptible, but yes, it was there. From what I could make out it looked like a hand waving, in the corner of the window, you know, the small window that is by the first seat just outside of the carriage door?
By Diana Lumb 4 years ago in Fiction
Travel Log SS Dark Saint
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Well, they are wrong. I still cannot get the screams out of my head. How could what should have been a simple search and rescue mission go from being just “part of the job,” as my Captain said to a proper nightmare? Was it when we boarded this ship? Or perhaps when we decided to come here in the first place? All I know for sure is that our fates were sealed when we heard the distress call. I guess that is where all our problems began. If only we knew then what we know now. May the gods have mercy on our essence.”
By Chris James4 years ago in Fiction
The Unforgiven Split
The year and the geographical location of this story doesn’t matter. There is one person to be concerned with and his name is Alex. Alex is a middle-aged man; average as can be. Alex becomes trapped on an eternal train that does not intend to stop. He is on a journey that uncovers a forgotten past and reveals a revelation within himself that is his doom.
By Lucas Henry 4 years ago in Fiction
The Dream Reaper
I woke to the sound of a train whistle. The seat vibrated as the train began to pull forward and let out a hiss of air. The window to my left had the shades pulled, but the dim light above showed me a small room with red seats and wood panels on the walls.
By Whitney Thompson4 years ago in Fiction
Who's this she?
I'd like to tell you about a personal experience . This incident happened to the end of the 2018 semester , when all of us in a dormitory were catching up on our final assignments , and I was slow , . So I was the last one in the dormitory to turn off the lights and go to bed each time . I was catching up on my homework , my eyelids were not listening to me , my head was getting heavy , and I was getting sleepy , . So I thought I could catch up the next day , . So I put down everything in my hands , washed up , and turned off the lights after a series of operations . I woke up with a jolt in the middle of the night , inexplicably , extra awake , I looked at the phone 3 : 59 minutes , ready to go back to sleep . At this time , I suddenly heard a strange sound " sanded sand sand " like the sound of a pencil grinding paper , I felt very strange . So I lifted the curtain of my bed , slowly sat up , looking in the direction of the sound , and saw a dark figure of the bed diagonally opposite me lying down and writing . That posture lying very low , the word faster and faster , very anxious look , the other hand close to the desktop , also like blocking the writing content , two arms tightly clamped to the sides of the body , feel the face to the table , sand . Sand Sand grinding pen sound continues . The pen is scribbled , and does not turn on the light , she blends in with everything around her , only the light of the laptop charged on the side is on , always flashing . Her head , but also with the action is up and down a lift , had not seen that way of writing , very peculiar , but looks very serious look , body type petite , hair is short to shoulder half phi half tie type , hair is short but look very smooth , a bit like the Republic of China styling , our dormitory is not a person is such a hairstyle . I was thinking , get up in the middle of the night to change a hairstyle to study ? At that time also do not think much about what , just feel very hard work to learn . Here I say , there is a girl in the dormitory , usually study quite hard . At that time I thought , how do you learn you can not learn in the middle of the night without lights ah , I think it is very puzzling , is not to affect our rest , afraid of light to shine on us ? I wanted to call her , but I was afraid to wake up the others , I silently put down the bed curtain , sleepy , and went back to sleep . The next morning when I got up , I asked her . I said : " You can ah , the middle of the night without lights to study , you can see ?" . Then , the girl suddenly froze . A confused look at me and said : " I did not study ah ? When did you see me studying in the middle of the night ? Not even enough time to sleep . " . I could see from the face that she was not joking with me , at that time , I " whoosh " a moment , the whole body is numb , hindsight . After that , they don't let me mention it again , when I'm alone I love to ramble , the more I think about it , the more scared I am , thinking about it , I didn't call " her " at that time , what would happen if I did ? Wouldn't I turn back Back . I've been thinking about this . After that there was another experience of ghost pressed bed , lunch breaks , can not move , can not wake up , or the girl that bed , a skeleton to me back and forth from far and near , and finally struggled to wake up . I can't count the number of experiences of ghost pressed bed , almost every day as a child , but now there is no more . Speaking of which , I miss it .
By Eamonn Davies4 years ago in Fiction
The neighborhood across the street from my house is very evil
My home is located across the neighborhood of a new building, which is not new, has been built. There used to be a hospital, then closed down, I heard that a pregnant woman in labor, the county people's hospital did not dare to accept, that family sent her to this hospital, who knew that finally died, the pregnant woman's family began to medical trouble, that hospital was forced to close.
By Eamonn Davies4 years ago in Fiction
