Horror
Da Color of tha Sky
Naturally enough, nobody knows what to say, what to do next—on this night she has come to understand how those who really do believe in wonders rarely make much of a to-do when they are truly beheld—so and but then probably most think of the performance as likely some sort of hoax, a play of the light, a trick of the senses, perhaps even an elaborate mass hallucination induced by what must surely be the encouragement of a particularly vivid and unknowable hypnosis.
By Dan Glover4 years ago in Fiction
GHOST OF RADIO MURDER
We had been returning after attending a- 3 days- seminar at a famend management institute; the instructional hub became positioned approximately 179 kms from our city. I was using my honda sedan and subhrita, my assistant professor, was sitting within the the front passenger seat. It turned into about 6. 15 pm and the solar was already setting; its orange glow lighting up the a ways end of the sky; the birds were flying away in a flock. At the manner lower back, there was a long stretch of dense wooded area, quite a few kilometers i'd presume. At that point the road became passing via the unbroken wood. Because the drive became long and exhausting, i felt like taking a wreck. Pulling to the side and switching off the engine i looked at subhrita, “can i've a cup of coffee from the flask?“ she nodded and collected the flask from the rear seat. Even as sipping the coffee, i switched on the radio in the car tuning into the nearby fm band. A popular song started out gambling. I was feeling momentarily secure. Subhrita turned into gazing out of the window from her aspect – thick inexperienced woodland was around us performing to engulf us. Time passed. The home bound birds had been chirping but umpteen wooded area noises had been more and more turning into extra audible; many elements of the flora were getting covered within the shadows because of sluggish oncoming of darkness. Coffee over, i was about to start the auto whilst all of sudden the tune at the radio died away; ought to be some signal trouble; silence descended … followed by means of noise of radio static… and then a blood curdling scream… so awful that my senses dulled for a second – the hair on my neck started out bristling; a man’s voice floated in indistinctly, “assist… any person help…. I'm dying…” it ended with a gurgling noise as though the person had been strangulated. Unexpectedly thereafter there has been complete silence. Quickly the music restarted as if there was no interruption. I stared on the radio and then grew to become closer to subhrita, “what become that?” my face confirmed a aggregate of marvel and apprehension. She frowned, “i don’t recognise…some thing very eerie, somebody seems to be in trouble, however how can that voice come via the radio? Let’s pass domestic speedy.” she appeared away acting apprehensive; it become natural. I leaned ahead and fiddled with the radio; everything seemed ordinary. Should or not it's some type of commercial or radio play or it might be a go radio channel? I scratched my head. What have to i do? That incident handed with none further occurrence and we returned domestic approximately an hour later; by using which era darkness had fallen. I would now not have thought about the unusual experience any in addition but for any other incident which passed off about a week later. I was by myself in my automobile that day traveling on the identical highway, nearing the equal region, the most effective difference changed into the time ; it was early afternoon. Someway my sixth sense turned into hinting that some thing will not be right. And that came about. This time exactly similar ghostly phenomenon passed off with the voice trailing, “……. I'm dying… ,” accompanied by way of a gurgling noise. I finished the auto. The sunlight hours of a sunny afternoon made me extra formidable and besides a repetition had ensured that it became no longer a surprising shock. Other motors were plying on the road. I alighted from the car and seemed around. I was not positive what i intended to do besides that i felt that the mystery could be solved here. I had parked the auto on the left side of the road, so it become instinctive that i looked at the forest at that facet. Progressively i started out taking walks internal. Because of the heavy flora a few steps inner significantly curtailed the brightness of the solar and a weird scent hit my nostril. With anything dim light which was percolating through the leaves and branches i saw the floor and discovered that it changed into blanketed with fallen leaves at diverse places; strewn around. A portion of the open ground a bit away on my proper, stuck my eyes. It appeared as if it become dug up after which protected in haste. The location became rather clear in comparison to the adjoining regions. I went ahead searching; all of a surprising noticed that something was sticking out of the loose earth…my god …it become a human finger! At that instant a horrid scene flashed thru my mind. This was a useless frame just under the floor, will be decaying, and the realization turned into apparent … it become an unnatural loss of life … most in all likelihood a murder. I didn’t want any extra mind; simply became and rapidly walked out of the wooded area. My simplest thought become to go to the police station. As i was about to enter the metropolis police station, i saw her coming towards me. I used to be surprised, “how come you are here subhrita?”
By Hani Sarma4 years ago in Fiction
You don't have to continue...
As Victoria sat on the chair facing the camera in the cold empty room her heart felt heavy. "You can continue," the aid said as she patted the side of her thick thigh. The sound of her southern accent seemed to throw Victoria off but just slightly. "Yeah...ok. So as I was saying I was sitting at a local cafe talking to a friend. I said to her, 'There are some days when it feels as though time is standing still. I still miss her, it’s been 5-years but I still miss her.'" As Victoria spoke the words she found herself transported back to that cafe in her mind.
By Jennifer S. Benson 4 years ago in Fiction
Drained
It didn’t help that I had just watched John Carpenter’s “The Fog”. I love his minimalist compositions and he has made some amazing horror films but I really had writing to finish , but was a little uneased by the fog or mist that was now covering the village pond, which the picture window in my office looked out on.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Fiction
The Zombie Scare
The Chinese government grew tired of the arrogance of the United States, so they decided to remedy the problem. They infected American POWs with a disease that infected the mind and body causing zombification. The entire globe was infected with the disease except for the students, staff, and a gung ho swat team member named Sarge Dennis of Shady Oaks Middle School located in Ohio. The swat van had been parked in the gymnasium to avoid being broken into by zombies. Each room was monitored by a teacher. Sarge paced up and down the hall of the school while he carrying his massive gun. The school was usually very quiet, but not so today. The principal’s voice boomed over the PA system.
By DJ Robbins4 years ago in Fiction
Council of Ice and Bone
The castle stands before me. Frigid wind burns my neck and drives me towards the entrance, while flurrying snow obscures everything around me. I can barely see an arms-reach in front of me. I notice something strange as I reach for one of the door handles on the grand double door. The knob isn’t metal, or wood, or porcelain, but clouded ice. It looks like there’s a wishbone frozen in the middle of it. I hesitate to touch it with my bare hands, but have little other choice. My hands are frozen enough from the elements that it’s hardly a shock to the skin.
By Emma Hawthorn4 years ago in Fiction
The Werewolf of Paoli
DISCLAIMER: History is filled with interesting stories. Many are familiar to us. Some are lost to time that we will never know. But, perhaps, other stories haven't been recorded in history as accurately as we think. Even eyewitness accounts don't always provide every detail of what happened. Some of those details are brought to light when following research down trails both strange and rarely tread. One must be careful and committed. And, one must be prepared to find out some things that can both shock and terrify.
By Summers Rose4 years ago in Fiction
My Name is Michael
The entity inhabiting Michelle's body roared with laughter at the sight of David running. “Run, little human, run for your life,” the entity mocked David. The sound of the laughter coming from the woman that he loved ripped him from his terror and reminded him of what he was trying to save. David pulled himself out of his fear. He stopped running and stood in place. His hands trembled as he willed himself to turn around and face the body of his wife being inhabited by a monster. As he slowly turned around, the red eyes stared back at him and his heart was once more drenched in fear.
By Jennifer S. Benson 4 years ago in Fiction
Prelude - Part II
Skarrigg rode and brooded – which he often did. He brooded and…he remembered…he remembered the time after he avenged his sister. He stalked through the caves killing any of his former tribesfolk that he came across…most of the male ogres were already dead, killed by the unnamed group of invaders, but Skarrigg cut down any female ogre he came across. After all, he had suffered more from their cruelties than almost any male.
By Michael Mayr4 years ago in Fiction
