Horror
Sundown- Chapter 2
Washed up on the shores of god-knows-where, Teru was fading in and out of consciousness. Kicking his feet throughout the night with very little food in his stomach, all Teru was feeling was a combination of the hot sun showering him with warmth as well as the sand blanketing his wet body. The warmth was inviting and pleasant, so Teru was again poised to black out. However, he lost consciousness after a silhouette of a man stood over him…
By Rudi Fregin4 years ago in Fiction
Underground Secrets.
The rain pelted loudly on the windshield of the old ford F150. The red now faded, crumbled off in rusty chunks as it clunked and clanged down the old, dirt road.The driver, an old man and his wife. Mr. and Mrs. Dungham, deemed as the town’s crazies, were only in their mid 50s, yet looked to be about 100. They never talked to anyone and never had any type of expression on their face. If zombies existed, they would be the first noticeable ones. They always had the same old ripped up farm clothes on, and when they entered the room, their scent cleared the whole house. But that wasn’t what had the town afraid of them. Rumors of killings and hauntings were surrounding Jim Dungham, and strange child abductions and strange magic surrounded Susan Dungham. They were multi billionaires but yet lived in an old rundown farmhouse. The 1730s house claimed to hold dark secrets of an old evil that, once released, would then bring death to anyone that would enter the property. But yet Jim and Susan seemed to do just fine there. As they drove down the road Jim and Susan were quiet. Neither one spoke a word. They both were in deep thought about their day. Susan looked back into the bed of the truck. Blood was everywhere. She sighed as she thought about what lay in 37 garbage bags. Her face became suddenly pale as she realized she had six more hours till midnight. Jim looked at her and shook his head. His wife was a worry wart. When feeding time came close, she always would panic. The sun started to set on the old rugged mountains of the Adarondacks. Jim knew that soon, they would be strengthened again and they would be good until the next blood moon.It was now only six thirty, five and a half hours seemed like an eternity. The rain started to lighten up and the sky started to turn dark colors. They both sighed as their senses opened up.The air had an evil scent to it. They knew tonight that it would definitely be good hunting tonight.
By Hannah Crespo4 years ago in Fiction
The Macaroni Ghost
“I saw it! I saw it again!” squealed Molly, running heavy-footed across the old, creaking wood-flooring of the upstairs hallway. It was the third time she had done this in only the previous five days. She ran to my parent’s room, thumping authoritatively on the white-painted door like a KGB agent looking to search a house:
By Robert Pettus4 years ago in Fiction
Murder, She Cooked
Summer is in the air and the time has come for one of my favorite foods. Simple Fry Bread with some Freezer Jam. Oh it is so heavenly and for all of you who follow my blog, you'll know that I like the simple, easy, and yummy recipes. This time you will get two for the price of one. How lucky are you!
By Jessica Stratton4 years ago in Fiction
Will-O-The-Wisps
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. At first there was no one there to see it, but it burned on faithfully nonetheless. It wasn’t a very old flame as these things are counted and yet it had seen generations of the fleeting lives of humans come and go. It sat unwavering now, staring out into the gloam of the deep woods, and waited, knowing that soon or late it would catch a set of wandering eyes in its snare and would be able to fulfill its ancient purpose and return to its place of slumber.
By Christopher Rees4 years ago in Fiction
Silhouette. Runner-Up in Campfire Ghost Story Challenge.
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Two silhouettes huddled together in the shadows, made visible only by the faint auburn waves of candlelight which drifted from the windowsill down to the dusty wooden floorboards below.
By J. R. Lowe4 years ago in Fiction
The Hunter
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The Hunter had not lived in that cabin for nearly ten years. He had hoped to never live there again, but he returned because the village was in danger and it was his duty to protect it.
By Heather M Tullo4 years ago in Fiction
Shadow of Death
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Shadows stretched long in the moonlight, strange shapes moving between the trees. Footsteps are muffled by the multicolored leaves, almost bare trees shifting in the breeze. Shots half-remembered pierce the silence.
By Michelle Weir4 years ago in Fiction
