Horror
TRUTH OR DARE: AFTERMATH
In a world where the Truth or Dare Demon practically rules, thousands of players try to survive. The world descended into turmoil when a viral video was put online by unidentified people who then vanished from existence in an effort to recruit additional participants to take part in a very dangerous game.
By Samuel Osakue4 years ago in Fiction
On The Railway Station (Waiting For A Runaway Train)
Preamble Although this mentions Runaway Trains it was not originally for the current Vocal Challenge, just an idea I had after a particularly unsuccessful day in so many ways, and apparently, it was all my fault. C’est La Vie. If something bad happens and I am involved then I always end up taking the blame. And that influenced this story.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Fiction
Horrible Events on a Bullet Train
He awoke in pain. He opened his eyes and reached up to the left side of his face, and it was swollen and hurt like hell to the touch, something had clocked him good. Where the hell was he? He was stretched across three seats. Was he on a plane? He sat up abruptly and his head swam. He closed his eyes for a moment until he felt better. He looked around and he was alone, the landscape passed by in the windows at an incredible speed. Not a plane then, but a train? He looked around and saw blood splattered across the walls - arterial spray, someone did not survive this - and the seats, and the floor. He stood up and saw a snack cart turned over in the aisle.
By Michael Mayr4 years ago in Fiction
The Eternal Train
I awoke with a massive headache and the sound of the train wheels thundering against the track ringing in my ears. I sat up groggily, trying to remember how I had gotten here. The last thing I could recall was going to sleep in my bed, in my own home. But now, I was on a train, hurtling through the darkness at high speed.
By Alex Blackmeer4 years ago in Fiction
Train of Thought
The gentle rocking of the train carriage slowly roused the old man from his sleep. As he gradually woke strands of his thin grey hair fell across his furrowed, worn forehead. He pushed his round gold rimmed glasses back up his long thin nose with his left index finger and allowed his eyes to readjust to the strange light in the carriage. He looked down at his right hand and noticed a small blue ticket in between his finger and thumb.
By Simon Curtis4 years ago in Fiction
Headache
Oh my god, my head throbbed like a punching ball. What happened? I can't remember a thing. I don't want to open my eyes because I know, the light will hit me and my headaches are coming back, but I feel so uncomfortable. No way, I need to open my eyes NOW. Where am I? In a train?? How come? I know, I visited my best friend for 2 days. She turned 25, and we had an amazing birthday party at her house. After the party, I helped her to clean up. The next day I had to go back home. But not in a train. I had a plan-ticket to get home. But I am in a train. My luggage. Where is it? Oh, just above me head; oh my head is so throbbing and my eyes are watery. “Good evening Miss, can I see your ticket please?”. “Of course you can. Where is this train going to?”, “It is going to No-Where”. “It is going to No-Where?? Where is that city? Never heard of it?” The conductor seems a little out of fantasy. He smiles, and then starts to laugh. “No-Where-City as you call it means, we are going No-Where.”. My head still hurts a lot and my eyes still don't want to stay open. “Ok, so this city doesn't exist as you say. Then what is No-Where? A small train station?”. He still looks at me like he wants to shake me like an old medicine bottle. He still holds my plane-ticket in his hands. But I am in a train—and I don't have a train ticket. It looks like he doesn't realize that he is holding a wrong ticket in his hands. Maybe I am just a bit too straight forward to him? I don't feel good, and he is not giving me the answer I need. “Sir, I need to be at NYC by 10am tomorrow morning for an interview. So what can I do to get there as fast as possible?”. He looks now stupid too; same as me, probably. “There is nothing you can do to get to NYC as fast as possible. Your destination is not on-route, and you are not going to make it. Be happy when you are able to survive this train.” I can not believe what he is saying. I must be sleeping and dreaming, and I need to wake up. He gives me a little push with his hands, and it hurts. “Stop doing this,” I am yelling at him. “I am going to call the cops”. He backs up and his laughs are getting louder. His voice is so unreal, and I am scared now. Really scared. “Where is the next train stop?”, I asked him. But he is not giving me an answer. I asked him twice. He backs up, and he starts to close the door. I am rushing forward to stop him from closing the door, but I am too late. He is gone, and I can't open that fricking door. My head gets worse, and I have the feeling that I am trapped. I am rushing to the window. Windows always opens if you slide them down. I am hanging on the handle—but the window is not moving an inch. I am getting more and more scared, my heart beats like my grandfathers old clock. There must be somewhere a small hammer…a hammer where you can destroy the window in emergency cases. I can't find it. Think! Think! It must be somewhere. I need to get out of this train, out of this compartment. I need to be in NYC by 10am tomorrow for my interview, my new job, my new career. Likewise, I can't stay in here and I can't wait for miracles. Furthermore, I need to find a way out of this situation. My grandfather always said, if you are in a bad situation, sit back, close your eyes and start thinking. But will I be able to wake up again? I need to follow instructions. I will follow my grandfathers instructions, and I am hoping that I will wake up in my plane, flying straight to NYC.
By Dagmar Goeschick4 years ago in Fiction
Till Death Do You Part
The last thing you remember is the changing room you had been in a few hours after the wedding. Your wedding, for that matter. The happiest day of your life, you promised yourself. Finally walking down that aisle with a man who would love you till death tore you apart.
By Brittany Miller4 years ago in Fiction
Horror stories
Li Fugui 'er, 27, is a horror writer whose pen name is Li Fugui 'er. Fu-gui li son and I are in the understanding of the Internet, at that time, a novel web site has just started, looking for a great many of planking writers to toll, fu-gui li son and I are in one of the few older aged 25 rush toward street, in the group of the guys to dream literature widely spread-and deeply felt, only we two dark chuo chuo has said that the price so low yellow, sooner or later banned editor for us, Li Fugui tapped me at the small window. "Hey, Mary Sue, don't I know you from somewhere?" Mary Sue Mongo is my pen name. Well, I write romance. "Yes, brother." I replied: "Forget the river, before sansheng stone, when the other shore flowers in full bloom, you and I promise generation after generation do not separate the promise, so, you see my head, is to recognize me?" "Go away, foot picker." Li Fugui took a smile cry expression: "I see your head, the whole body is black, as if there are evil ghosts around, in my screen vaguely send out black gas, if you don't change your head, tonight at twelve o 'clock, there must be something to find." "Screen black? Won't be the * star that can explode, careful disfigurement elder brother." Li Fugui returned to me a string of ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, so one and two, we slowly cooked up. In fact, writers this road, there is also an age period, 25 years old like a watershed, before you can dream of breaking and bleeding, then to live in tears, and with the growth of age, mood will change, for failure, but also more difficult to accept. For example, I was originally to write martial arts, after the street countless angry changed a pen name, write the love Mary Sue, and then, I got the first manuscript fee in life, the manuscript fee is only enough for me to eat two sea fishing, but at that time I almost cried with joy, from now on made Mary Sue yunmeng dance. Li Fugui er has always written horror novels, but here it is all about the street, how good can it be, I have read li Fugui er's writing, I would rather classify it as a joke than a horror novel. "The ghost is chubby and has a sweater needle sticking out of his head. He looks like a teletubby..." Is what operation, I ask Li Fugui son, Li Fugui son stem head say: "fat how? Can't a ghost be fat? Can't we be like teletubbies? The Teletubbies aren't teletubbies when they're dead." Okay, you're the author. Whatever you say is right. Although both of us are rushed street, but somehow more than the group of those new people rushed street a few, for writing the routine is also more or less to understand some, so although we are all a mess, or often on the website of the recommendation, but the recommendation of no one to see it. Calm to day, I still every day to work during the day, evening come back code word, martial arts, first write romance until written not bottom go to, but martial arts is written in the folder, romance written submissions directly, occasionally write tired and fu-gui li son dozen DaZui cannon, would see each other together to do the difficult of doing in the elderly. After three months in this way, I earned six hot pot money, li Fugui er's teletubbies suddenly became popular. As if overnight, fu-gui li soared to millions of data from the book, and everyone praised on the network, kua says this is a book in one hundred, a rare find god, see people goose bumps up, I'm surprised, hurriedly went to see the fu-gui li son of the teletubbies, since the last time I watched it again have never seen, at that moment, found between fu-gui li and update the chapter 15, But the fifteen chapters put Li Fugui on a pedestal. I read the fifteen chapters, although the language is not concise and sophisticated, but the delicate description and repressive atmosphere of the article makes people feel real fear and helplessness, I endured the scalp tingling breath read fifteen chapters, and then can not wait to send a message to Li Fugui er: "Line elder brother, suddenly enlightened is not, this ten chapter write of really good, compared with those great god come also not not the mention much let, eldest brother later fire can not forget to carry carry carry me!" Originally a message immediately back to Li Fugui son did not return to me this time, I thought he might just have something didn't care about, but after three days li Fugui son didn't return to me, the article is updated nine chapters, MY heart some unhappy, how, write a little achievement do not recognize people, as for so snobbish? Although the in the mind is not happy, but Li Fugui's more I still do not fall a chapter of the finished reading, there is no way, this article is really too good, even I this horror novel insulator can not help but see, can imagine his book fire to what extent. But the fire and I have nothing to do, although I comfort myself like this mouth, but my heart is always some resentment, one is jealous he can book seal god, the other is angry he did not recognize people after he became famous, but after angry also helpless, had to dark stamp stamp of hard code word, in an attempt to oneself can also book famous. However, at this time, Li Fugui's editor found me, the editor of the newly opened website. Li Fugui and I both signed an agreement with the website, but they belong to different editors. Li Fugui's editor is CAI, and HE came to ask me about Li Fugui's whereabouts. "Didn't he sign up for our website?" I was curious: "you should have more information about him, I only have him a QQ number, he has not ignored me recently." "I have all his wechat numbers." "But he doesn't care," CAI said. "Now someone wants to buy the film and television rights of his book, and the price is considerable." "Mr. I faintly answered. "Ask him what's going on and tell him not to leave our site just because he's on fire. He signed a five-year contract and will lose money if he defaults." CAI edits say: "said again, you tell him to write well, za website won't mistreat him of, absolute give him the treatment of great god." "You talk to him." "Tell him that if he doesn't talk to me again, I will go to his house to find him." Ended with CAI editor after the dialogue, I opened and fu-gui li son dialog box, on a dialog or congratulations on his time, he has not talked to me, although very didn't want to talk to him, but I still send a message: "said CAI editing for you, someone want to buy your enemies, 7 video copyright, said CAI editor if you ignore him, he will go to your house to find you." As expected, Li Fugui 'er ignored me again, and I didn't care. I prepared to take a screenshot to show editor CAI that I had finished the task, but Li Fugui 'er ignored me, and I couldn't help it. When I just finished taking a screenshot and prepared to send it to editor CAI, Li Fugui 'er suddenly replied to my message. "Mary Sue." He replied, "Tell Editor CAI that I know and let him do what he wants." I was a little surprised and a little annoyed by Li Fugui's attitude toward the book, and by his casual use of me as a messenger. "You won't say it yourself. What do you mean, let me be the messenger?" Li Fugui er did not reply to me for a long time, and I was about to block him when he suddenly said, "Mary Sue, I have to tell you the truth, I don't care about this book at all now, IT is driving me crazy!" "What?" "You're in S City." Li Fugui er suddenly said, "I'll come to see you this weekend and tell you something. If I don't say it out, I'm going to explode." "What's the matter with you?" I asked, but Li Fugui 'er ignored me again. I had to convey Li Fugui 'er's message to Editor CAI, but I didn't tell him that Li Fugui 'er was coming to see me this weekend. Soon arrived over the weekend, fu-gui li son sent me a position, it's a cafe in the centre of the city, far from where I live is not to take a taxi more than ten minutes, this is the first time in my life see a net friend, while a person is a dig big fellow, but I still dress up, always can't be too lost to another is not. But WHEN I really saw Li Fugui, I was really glad not lazy, because in the agreed position sitting is a good to see the goddess level of girls, I did not expect to kill me, Li Fugui son turned out to be a woman, or a long so good-looking woman. This world how on earth, cut foot big man write Mary Sue love, beautiful girl but to write horror novels, xu is my surprise performance too obvious, Li Fugui son slightly smiled: "Mary Sue, did not think you are really a man." I was a little embarrassed to sit down: "I did not expect Li Fugui son turned out to be a beautiful sister..." Because it is a beautiful sister plus, I have previously to Li Fugui son's prejudices have all vanished into thin air, I was racking their brains to find a topic to talk, Li Fugui son suddenly opened. "Mary Sue, are you wondering why I suddenly write so well?" I nodded, then said shyly, "Don't call me Mary Sue. I'm embarrassed. Just call me Pony." Li Fugui didn't pay much attention to my words, but slowly approached me and said in a low, dark voice, "That's because I really saw a ghost. What I wrote recently was my own experience." "... Are you kidding?" I unconsciously backed away. "It's true." Li Fuei grabbed me by the shoulder. "The teletubbies with the needle in their head have been bothering me for a long time." Li Fugui's frightened expression told me that what she said was true, but as a young man who grew up in the glory of socialism, I could not believe in the existence of ghosts. "Come with me to my house, and stay at my house tonight and you'll find out." Li Fugui er said. "Well, that's not good..." I hesitated to refuse, in fact, the heart has written thirty thousand words of the script, Li Fugui son is to jump fairy? But I don't look like a rich man. Besides, we talked for so long that we would have jumped long ago. Why wait until now? So what was she up to? Did I really see a ghost? But what the hell am I supposed to do? I don't know how to hunt ghosts. Is it because I'm so handsome that I want to take this opportunity to throw myself at me? If this is really an opportunity for me, I can not miss it. As an old single dog, it is not easy to find a girl with the same hobbies and beautiful looks. My heart is scratching like a cat's claw, although I subconsciously want to refuse, but the words are always light. "You're a girl. I'm going to spend the night with you..." "I don't care what you're afraid of?" Li Fugui er said: "Afraid I can do what to you?" I quickly shook my head, li Fugui son took my hand: "Mary Sue, I am really afraid recently, in s city and no other friends, you should help me, please." Li Fugui said a face of pleading looking at me, my heart under a ruthless, promised her: "ok." In addition to li Fugui's beauty, the content of our previous chat also made me choose to believe her. We have known each other for three months, but it has been normal before, so there is no reason to lie to me after her book is popular. Color word head a knife, the other words really that's right, when fu-gui li son opened the door of the sitting room of the moment, I'll regret it, because in the middle of the dark living room, suddenly stood a man, like red antenna baby dolls, doll's head, and also with a sweater needle, it stood silent in the middle of the sitting room, appear terrorist weird again. Li Fugui son screamed and ran past, teletubby suddenly moved at this time, it quickly ran to the window, the body jumped out, Li Fugui son standing in the middle of the living room, I tremble to turn on the light, see Li Fugui son pale face. "I bought it for my novel." Li fugui sits on the sofa and closes his eyes. "At that time, X-Treasure was in a hurry. I thought it would be a good idea to buy it and use it as a novel prototype for inspiration." "It was fine, but I stuck a sweater needle into his head to make it look more realistic. Then I noticed blood oozing from his head and his eyes seemed to move a little bit." "I was so scared that I threw it in the trash downstairs, but when I got home, I found it standing in the living room just like you saw it." Li Fugui said the collapse of crying: "I threw it countless times, but how can not throw it, I was going to be crazy." I felt goosebumps all over my body. I could feel the air in the room blowing, and there was a teletubby with a bleeding head looking at me darkly behind my back. I quickly coughed and said, "Could it be someone pretending to be me? A pervert hiding in a doll to scare you?" "I don't know." Li Fugui cried, "I can't catch it, I can't do anything about it..." My scalp tingled and I thought of a piece of news I had seen long ago. It said that someone had sewn a corpse into a doll after killing it. I remembered Li Fugui 'er's remark that the doll would bleed, probably because of the body sewn into it. Li Fugui er listened to my guess after staring wide eyes: "corpse?" "I'm still leaning toward maybe there's a pervert in there." "Did you feel anything strange when you bought the doll?" I asked. "No." Li Fugui shook his head: "just bought back has always been soft, will not bleed, I used to hold it to play, are I inserted the sweater needle, things just become weird." "Can you find it in the shop where you bought it?" Li Fugui - er patted his head. "Yeah, I'm scared these days. The shop owner should know something." Li Fugui son hurriedly picked up the mobile phone to pull two times, then his face became pale again. "What's the matter? I asked. Li Fugui son handed me the mobile phone, above impresingly presents a paper shop, the name of the shop is also unspeakable strange, called death doll. I bravely asked the customer service about the Teletubbies, but after a long wait, the phone vibrated. I picked it up and found that the customer service's avatar had changed to a red teletubbies at some point. Tonight you'll be the one sewn into the doll instead of me. I didn't know if he was referring to Li Fugui or me. I immediately wanted to escape, but when I rushed to the door, I found that the door could not be opened, as if it had been damaged by something. I looked at Li Fugui son in despair, but saw Li Fugui son looked behind me with a frightened face. I froze and slowly turned my head, and there was nothing behind me. I breathed a sigh of relief, then saw the teletubbies flash past the window. "So vulgar? Ghosts like to appear in Windows, don't they?" I was scared, but I couldn't help it, and the Teletubbies didn't show up at the window. "Call the police." I said through gritted teeth. "What about the police? A ghost trying to kill us? The police will think we're nuts." Li Fugui shook his head. "No, say we're locked in and uncle Fireman will come and help us." I said to take out a mobile phone, but the phone has not been dialed, Li Fufuer was violently screaming, I turned to see a huge teletubby holding a kitchen knife standing behind me, the doll's head has been dripping blood. Li Fugui 'er has been screaming, BUT I saw the doll exposed the leg of the rope, I instantly understand what is going on, I pull Li Fugui 'er to push
By Takako Mcgee4 years ago in Fiction
Small demon
"Humans hate it a bit, but the food is really good," the goblin sighed as he ripped off the chocolate wrapper. "I wish I had this every day... Halloween?" Small demon mouth, as the demon world a famous PI, he disdain to remember the human festival and even the name of the human, unless... "Unless it's delicious," thought the demon, "like Spring Festival, Lantern Festival, Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, winter solstice, Thanksgiving, Christmas..." Small demon giggle two, conveniently throw wrapping paper aside, lift a foot kicked the door in front of: "don't give sugar, trick or treat!" The girl opened the door, looking dazed. The demon stretched out his hand: "sugar." "Ah, are you the new editor?" The girl blushed and fumbled, "Did you really come to the door to urge the manuscript? But I... Dear... The... Can we have two more days?" Her voice trailed off, and the last sentence sounded like a mosquito. "Please." "What nonsense, talking so much nonsense, I don't understand!" The genie frowned impatiently. "Give me as much as you can." The girl shrank her neck, went back to the house to take a small stack of manuscript, especially treasure to the small demon hands. The demon took over and turned over from head to tail: "Where is sugar?" The girl is submissive: "This is..." "Are you kidding me?" The demon put the manuscript into a group, just began to roar half, I saw the girl sobbing, tears fell to the front of the front. He panicked, wanted to come forward to comfort but due to the devil's face, had to stamp his feet, defeated and fled. The demon walked aimlessly, like a stone in the heart. He thought of the ball of paper still clutched in his hand and the way the girl had treasured it. He felt as if he had done something wrong. He stopped under the street lamp and unfolded the paper, struggling to read the small print. Ten minutes later, the small demon more depressed: "how did the princess die in this story?" That night, the little demon could not sleep, full of girls write stories. Early the next morning, he brought a box of chocolates and knocked on the girl's door. After that day, the little demon would go to the girl's house for food every holiday. For the first time in his life, as a devoted new reader of girls, he had memorized so many human words, but he still didn't understand why stories with happy endings should be called "sugar." Obviously, chocolate and peanut cakes are the ones that count. The girl is a mediocre writer, because of congenital heart disease, is not good at writing she can only choose to do such a job to support themselves. Be scolded by the editor is normal, the girl's father gambling, owe usury, she earn not much, but reluctantly help pay off the debt can also rent a house, away from home, and finally can escape the chase scolded by those debt collectors. But the family has more people to eat recently, the girl had to tighten waist to live. The girl does not know small demon is demon, but knew he is not editor, after all, no editor will be so fan her story, or... So good to her. At first, she thought there were too many holidays in the year, but later, she started counting the days on the calendar. The demon saw the girl's purse shy, once, threw down a bag of gold. The girl was scared, but every way to evade also ao xiaoxie, had to hide it at the bottom of the bed, but never spend a penny. Another Halloween, the girl prepares a bag of candy, opens the door, only to find the man from the collection agency. The bed is opened and the contents of the drawers are thrown everywhere. Finally, the man opens the iron box of gold. Terrified, he takes out his dagger and walks to the helpless girl standing beside his companion. There was a knock on the door and someone came in, smiling and saying, "Trick or treat." The man was stunned. Small demon also leng next. Then the man got the heaviest kick of his life. When the girl left the hospital, it was late at night, she was not badly hurt, only a slap on the face and some cuts on her face. Fast to the door, she saw the demon squatting there, is obviously waiting for her for a long time. "I didn't know this would happen... I thought this money would make you happier... Does it hurt?" The demon stood up and staggered incoherently. He tried to reach out his hand, but carefully retracted it. "I am..." "I don't care." The girl stared at the pupil of small demon seriously, the nose tip point went up the nose tip of small demon. Small demon mind a blank, he perceiving the touch on the lip, inexplicable left only an idea. "No wonder it's called sugar," thought the little demon, his face red. "Peanut crisp, chocolate, nothing like it." "It's fucking sweet."
By Takako Mcgee4 years ago in Fiction
