Horror
GAME OVER
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The soft glow reflected off the dirty glass and was easy to pick out in the dark. Shadows hugged the cabin and only a sliver of moon showed in the starless sky peaking through the canopy of trees.
By Lesley Woodral4 years ago in Fiction
The Replica Spell
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The spell was complete. The old witch stepped from her chalk markings, blew out the match, and looked about the cabin. This was her best attempt yet. The small space glowed warmly in the light. The bed in the corner was now covered in warm, soft quilts. The lamp at its side had burst to life, flames dancing in the sconce. The witch smiled as she ran her fingers through her silky hair, examining the fresh blonde color. She could hardly believe it was hers.
By Sarah DuPerron4 years ago in Fiction
Under the Bed
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. A girl emerged from inside the cabin. It was a chilly spring night. The black sky covered in hundreds of stars, all twinkling looking as if they were winking at the eight friends huddled near a camp fire.
By Alyenys Flores 4 years ago in Fiction
The Elevator Operator
Of my family, I have little to say. Little good to say that is. Mother was an artistic floozy who crafted her masterpieces between the sheets and deep into the hearts of men. The tools of her craft included flattery and gentle caresses that promised you’d forget who you were and why you hated yourself, for the night at least. Father was one such man who needed to forget because for all his boasting about cards and pool and money he was still, at the core of it all, a spineless pencil-shaped man with no great talent.
By Dylan Ritch4 years ago in Fiction
Can You Keep a Secret?
Trigger Warning: themes of Domestic Violence Vibrant, red-stained lips consume Mayzie’s attention. They smack together before they’re moistened by the invasion of a wet tongue, leaving a trail on chapped lips. She can’t look away. It isn’t polite, she knows. Alex always told her she didn’t know how to behave appropriately in front of company. She stares too long, talks too softly, has no humor or personality.
By Brandi Yetzer4 years ago in Fiction
Yell Like All Hell
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Len and his wife Salia had renovated the space and restored it to be a fully functional, state of the art vacation home in Newark, Delaware. On their anniversary in October, the crisp autumn air met them, drove them. Salia walked to the window and blew out the last candle. Len called for the virtual assistant, Simon, to turn off the music. He picked up the wine bottle and glasses and ventured over to the sink. He put the wine back in the chiller.
By Skyler Saunders4 years ago in Fiction
The End of Lyire
The hour was late, very late. It was almost time for the first rays of morning light to pierce the darkness and force back the terrors of the night to their lairs for another day. The sky was the color of newly lain pitch. Wind whistled through the long since empty streets and alleys. The sound echoed through the emptiness, crying out like the unseen formless souls who remained trapped in the timeless silence.
By Joseph A Todaro4 years ago in Fiction
Parc Ferme
He never imagined that he would experience fear. It should have been a sombre occasion and yet, when the team had raised the velvety cloth in a flash of chromed metallic-blue, Cutts felt the lining of his guts scream out to escape through his belly. He stood calcified for a moment, dead-eyed and expressionless.
By Liam Cairns4 years ago in Fiction
