Horror
Don’t look at me!
There was one time, about 5 years ago, when my mother complained about the doorbell in the morning. They called at night, between 2 and 3 o’clock. Insistently, demanding. Mom said that every time she was surprised that no one at home could hear them except her, and she would get up, go to the hallway, and ask, without hesitation; hurrying to open it, “Who is there?!”. And the answer to her every time was silence.
By Julia Njord4 years ago in Fiction
The Fairy Tree 4
The human world is so sad. The tree demon boy sat alone among the branches of the tree, his heart disappointed, but then thought, if the world is without her, how to become what it is. So he just laughed, smiling desolately. The only little demon power is sent in the red rope tied to the branch, to keep it as fresh as ever, to protect it from the frost of the years. *** Because of the cohesion of the demon power, the red rope around the scattered faint light, not too visible in the daytime, after the night is only slightly obvious, no one noticed. However, there are no lanterns and candles around the broken walls, for the teenager, only this red halo is the only light in this boundless darkness. The teenager did not think, it is this red light, and support him to wait longer, longer. At that time coincided with a group of displaced people, gathered in this dilapidated courtyard for the night. The wind and frost cold at night, the people in need of warming method, they can not see the tree demon boy's appearance, do not know that there is a spirit here, they hit the idea of the camphor tree, want to cut it to chop wood for the fire. Soon the crowd to find a half-old axe, is about to cut the tree, the axe man sharp eyes, saw the red rope tied to the branch, and the faint light attached to it. "This is the divine tree to protect the marriage, can not cut ah." The man threw the axe, shivering. "I'm afraid I'll be condemned by heaven if I cut it down." The time is chaotic, people are afraid, all kinds of false ghosts and gods of the four directions, do not know what this man is mixed up in the delusion of gossip, the so-called divine origin of the tree to say the head, the others listened to are quite convinced, do not dare to move to cut the tree, but to guard the tree to worship prayers. The tree demon boy sat on the tree, silently watching these mortal actions, after a long time before raising his eyes to look at the red rope, the heart turned up a mournful. Even after so many years, it is still you who is protecting me. Obviously I came here because of you, but now, where have you gone? The people under the tree are still bowing and kowtowing, asking for the blessing of the immortal spirits, with the hope of a better future; while the young man on the tree is carefree, full of despair, crying in the night when no one knows. It is said that the creation of man is like this. *** After several years, the ups and downs of the world slowly calmed down, the city regained its vitality, the damaged houses were repaired, the cold streets gradually became popular and became crowded and noisy. For this camphor tree, the situation is also different from the past. The rumors about it being a divine tree for marriage did not stop, but became more and more widespread, and more and more people were convinced. I don't know who first proposed to tie a red rope on the tree to get the tree fairy's blessing for marriage, but after the first believer did so, there was soon a second, a third, and countless others after that. Mortals will be their own good expectations of marriage, are pinned on that a red rope, some people also think that only the red rope is too simple, and added on top of the words written on the prayer wooden plaque and decorative red satin tassels, a tree full of hanging up, every time the wind is moving, is full of bright red fluttering and dancing, a special colorful style. Against this, it is the first section of the red rope tied to look more and more inconspicuous. The tree demon boy hid between the trees watching all this, there are a few funny, there are also a few speechless.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
"TICKETS!"
“…ckets! Tickets! TICKETS!” Leeta’s eyes shot open. Instantly she was frozen in fear. Quickly she closed her eyes and counted to ten. Normally opening her eyes after ten would wake her from nightmares like this, but not this time. This time, she was truly awake. Worse yet, she seemed to be awake in a nightmare.
By Kristen Renee4 years ago in Fiction
Crossroads. Runner-Up in The Runaway Train Challenge. Top Story - July 2022.
I wake to the purring engine of a train. The seat I’m occupying is one beside a window. Ivory clouds press against the glass, obscuring my view of the world beyond. Grogginess permeates my mind, blurs my ability to grasp why I am on a train and where said train could possibly be going.
By Abrianna Leaming4 years ago in Fiction
The Clickety-clack of Wheels
I feel a gentle rocking and wonder why my bed is moving. It must be a dream. It is not unusual that my dreams take on a life of their own. Many times my dreams feel so real it is hard to believe I am not awake. I sometimes wonder why my dreams are so vivid. I never feel rested. Is that because I live the dreams in my sleep. Am I really running a marathon, hiking through the Alps, or purhaps on a train?
By Lyn Porter4 years ago in Fiction
Blue Moonlight Part Twelve: The Dark Petals of the Blue Rose
“How can we only be halfway there?” Johnny whined, Luna rubbed his back. “I just want to disappear.” His mood had been touchy lately, Luna barely able to keep him happy. Something was eating at him, and I needed to find out why. Falling back, Luna went to the front.
By Brittany Mitchell4 years ago in Fiction
The Antique Indian
The cool night air whipped across my face as I ran. Faster and faster each step being matched by heavy booming footsteps behind me. Its speed was supernatural and so were the awful noises it made. The low toned moans that repeated like a broken record against my eardrums.
By Tyler Cousins4 years ago in Fiction
Dancing in the rain
Where did everything go so wrong? I can’t look at the television without my teeth sinking into the interior of my lip, my whole body trembles whenever the pandemic is mentioned. We were supposed to be out of lockdown in 2021 but now seeing as it’s 2086, I have no hope left in society.
By Misty Sheilds4 years ago in Fiction
The Haunting of 3:33
Tom was never late for anything. When he woke up on a moving train, with no recollection of how he got there or where he was, he was baffled, to say the least. His suit was torn, and his nose was bloody, and he couldn’t recall, for the life of him, what he’d been doing before waking up here.
By DarkRandall4 years ago in Fiction
