Horror
Followers
Bright light flashed through the hallway window followed by a thunderous crack. The storm was announcing that it was close, very close. Almost right on top of the four-bedroom family abode nestled in a sleepy, tree-lined suburb. Leanne, startled by the sharp slap of the lightning, nearly leapt out of her Kim Possible PJ bottoms. Her hands clapped over her mouth preventing a small squeal from escaping her lips. A quick glance towards Mom and Dad’s bedroom door assured her that they were still safely within the confines of their own room. Leanne forced her breathing to slow. She wasn’t used to disobeying her parents. She shuddered to think what would happen if they found her sneaking around the house in the dark after midnight. Actually in truth, Leanne had never been punished much past a light scold. She was generally a very well behaved kid and wouldn't normally take risks like being out past her bedtime but tonight, she had pressing matters to attend too...
By Samantha Kaszas4 years ago in Fiction
J. C. Casalini ".Otto."
The theme of the double in fiction has illustrious precedents, starting with the portrait aging in place of the corrupt Dorian Gray all the way to Dr. Jekyll and Mister Hyde. In the novel “.OTTO.”, By J.C. Casalini, the double is expressed in the classic Good / Evil dichotomy, where evil is Lucifer, the bearer of light, while it is darkness that is redeeming.
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in Fiction
Soul Eater
"Hum," The woman behind the grey counter purred questioningly at her ancient computer as if that would bring it to its senses. After a few keystrokes she looked at me with a pitying expression and sighed, "Sorry, your insurance has rejected both the name brand and the generics we have in stock."
By E. J. Strange4 years ago in Fiction
My First Dawn
My first feed didn’t go well. If it was an exam, I failed it. Mister watched from afar while I scrambled to fix the mess I’d gotten myself into. With the flesh of my roommate’s neck stuffed into my pocket and his blood all over my shirt, I made my escape. When emergency services arrived to extinguish the fire ravaging our apartment building, I couldn’t be found in the mob of residents on the street.
By Eloise Robertson 4 years ago in Fiction
Passageway
Somehow it looms while suspended high above me, yet I am crushed by the enclosing walls. The ceiling of the passageway is black as night, an endless void above my head, both vertically limitless to the eye and confined horizontally by the walls which hold it.
By Eloise Robertson 4 years ago in Fiction
LOVE AND TEARS
Toby Anderson’s world shattered the day his lifelong companion died. Losing Champ, his Golden Retriever, wasn’t the first death the 8-year-old had experienced. He had lost other pets, small animals; a pair of mice, a guinea pig, and even a chicken. Although he still missed them, the pain of their passing was nothing compared to the loss of his dog.
By Tambrey Granneman4 years ago in Fiction
The Hills on Which We Die
The clack of Arabella’s shoes reverberated through the house as she ran, tears streaking down her face as she glanced behind herself. She didn’t see anything, but she could certainly feel it. She held her deep mauve skirts aloft in her delicate fingers, but with her attention faced behind her, she didn’t notice they’d slipped, and she tripped. She caught herself, pain lancing through her wrists, up to her elbows. She heard quick footsteps behind her and scrambled to try and rise. It was too late. A shadow loomed over her, stretched drastically by the window behind it.
By Alana Stickles4 years ago in Fiction
Shapes in the Dark. Top Story - March 2022.
It was a little after 11 PM in the early spring. It was a cold night as winter hadn't quite given up yet. As such it was very dark with the moon rarely peaking through the clouds. My partner had already gone to bed and I was doing my usual evening routine of cleaning up the kitchen and living room. I had started to wash some dishes as I waiting for the tea to whistle and just aimlessly looked out our kitchen window. That's when I first saw it. I didn't know then what I know now, not that it would have changed anything. Not all knowledge is helpful.
By Krysta Minor4 years ago in Fiction
The Trees Swallow People: Part 7. Top Story - March 2022.
We can never go out the back ever again; there’s a tree trying to get in. I don’t know if it’s the same for everyone else, but their trees started like mine; unobtrusively invasive. I let Diva out the back for her morning wee. The previous occupants did the back garden up, covering much of the once grassy plot in concrete, opting instead to construct flower beds, a glass house, a shed, and a little scummy pond. Despite this, there it was, a willow oak sapling sprouting out from a ruptured crack in the ground at the bottom of the back.
By Conor Matthews4 years ago in Fiction
Picture Perfect
You were on the subway home from work one Friday evening. The day at the office was horrible and you were exhausted. Janet was having a baby, Carl and Eve both got promotions, and Dave got a new car. It seemed everyone was having extremely good luck these days. Good news showered the floor and you were starting to wonder if you could write balloons and party supplies off on your taxes.
By Jordan Horter4 years ago in Fiction
