Horror
HELL HALL
Chapter One Darkness choked him. It choked him every night. There was nowhere left for him to run. Solitude, loneliness, and fear loomed in the air as thick as morning fog. Where could he go to hide? He jumped into bed, clutched the covers up around his neck, wedged the blanket under his feet, and prayed for comfort from the watchers, ghosts, unseen visitors, monsters, and those unwanted and uninvited specters that always come from the other world into the room where he slept. They invaded his will, his mind, and his soul. Eyes filled with piercing vapors and encircling flames stood by his bed one again. Fearing the faintest touch from them, he flinched as if electricity leaped from the wall socket of its own will onto the bed. Unspoken words from childhood prayers stood at the gate but refused to be spoken. Needing a release to fight off the creatures from some niche forgotten by the world, Scott, a man now eighteen years old, took his normal last available escape from the torment covering him. Seeking to retain his sanity, grasping sleep, a form of release, or so he thought, he rode the familiar reserved seat on a fast-moving beam of light that thrust small spiral-shaped shards into uncharted regions where, if one wasn’t vigilant, arms of the aggressor would seize the living light unwilling to relinquish the flame of one’s soul.
By Dan R Fowler4 years ago in Fiction
THE OESTRIDAE
White dust rises from the road like tobacco smoke, followed by the grinding of car wheels on dry Pennsylvania dirt as a silver compact rumbles into view, up the hill on its way to the house. “Who’s that?” I say, but Dara only shakes her head and continues to chew at her hair.
By Daniel Joseph 4 years ago in Fiction
You're Invited to Ethel's Birthday Party
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. This candle only burned in the middle of the summer every ten years, and it served as an invitation for wanderers to make themselves at home. Unless you want to lose some body parts, you must respect Ethel’s rules and only enter her cabin with her permission.
By Cat the Autist4 years ago in Fiction
Spirits of the Lonely Places
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. A boy named Oliver lived in a remote area in Northern Michigan near Gaylord, he often played in the woods as there was not much else to do since the only children his age were miles away and he was an only child. His parents did not care that he would play in the woods, but they had a rule…. never go near the neighboring cabin in the woods just beyond their property line. His parents Arthur and Molly never explained why he was not to go near the cabin, but they warned him of the consequences he would have if he decided to not listen and trust me when I tell you that it was not worth finding out!
By Kristin Solovy4 years ago in Fiction
NESTERS
They killed the last calf that morning. Ma wanted to hold off, give the poor thing a chance, but Pa said it were cruel to let a body live like that. He cracked the hammer on its head—a sick, sad sound. Later he slit the calf open and showed Sally the animal’s stomach, choked with dust. “Suffocated from the inside,” he said.
By Daniel Joseph 4 years ago in Fiction
Carnaval Des Perdus
You are signified by The Fool. Innocent, and young. Change lies at your feet. Years pile into decades and fact becomes history, becomes rumour, becomes story, becomes history again. People wonder, how can the cabin be so desolate. The land around is vivid. Apples like rubies in its orchards, wildflowers in its grass. Animals drowse and graze in its meadow sunlight.
By Lauren Everdell4 years ago in Fiction
The Shadow of the Southern Shore
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Now this is not going to be some silly ghost story to give you a fright before bedtime. No, what took place that night really happened. Even as I think about it, remembering the eeriness of what happened that night, my hairs stand on end, and feel the shiver running up my spine. Indeed, the only reason I tell you this story is so that it will serve as a warning. On the nights when the moon is high, and mist swirls and dances along the surface of the water, beware the soft cries that quietly carry over Francois Lake.
By Vijay Klassen4 years ago in Fiction
Fortified
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Its disconsolate glow mirrored the glint in the eyes of the lone figure standing behind its low flame, darkness shifting and folding around him. As the moon ascended the starless sky, the irises behind his wire-rimmed spectacles turned aurulent in the light. Arms folded behind his back, the lifeless child a human crescent at his feet, he kept watch of the dark. Waiting.
By Grace Toma4 years ago in Fiction
Cabin by the Woods
Becky was not a happy camper this year. She had become 10 years old in the spring and it meant that she would be assigned to one of the cabins for the older girls. Well this would normally not be a problem however there were three cabins set aside for girls ages 10 – 12 and the last cabin number 12 stood right at the edge of the woods. Becky was afraid of the woods at night and she prayed that she would not be assigned to number 12.
By Rasma Raisters4 years ago in Fiction
