Horror

The Heartland Documents: Noklai
I wake up struggling to make it through another meaningless day. It’s the same every day, wake up, breakfast, work, shower, dinner, tv, and sleep. This hasn’t changed in years and I don’t expect it to change any time soon either. I am 24 years old and live in a one-bedroom apartment barely making rent and recently not even sleeping all that well.
By Jay Kolsrud4 years ago in Fiction
Stumbling upon something sinister.
The brunette groaned rolling onto her side beneath the blanket she found herself covered in. Groggy and disoriented she peeked open one eye, expecting to be greeted with the blinding sun, but instead found herself still in the darkness. Confused, the woman stumbled from her bed, cringing as her feet hit the cold wooden floor. This was going to suck. The warmth of the cover clung to her as she stood, and she quickly swatted it away. Urged on by the weight of her wanting to empty bladder. Another groan escaped her lips as she stepped one foot forward. Was this even her caravan? No, probably not.
By Josie Marie4 years ago in Fiction
the wedding.
i. The Day her husband died, so did she. Well, not physically, of course. That would be too easy, and life is nothing but cruel. Her eyes had dimmed and she barely ever smiled.
By A Baptiste4 years ago in Fiction
The Haunted Owl
The first time he saw it, he froze in his tracks and held his breath. Its large, eerie eyes pierced his soul; it was a dark, bone-chilling stare that seemed to strip him of his thoughts, his emotions, and his masculinity, leaving him drenched in inexplicable fear and dread. He remembered that the rake he had so firmly held within his palm quivered uncontrollably and fell unto the hay. The owl’s ghoulish-looking black eyes scrutinized the fallen rake then slowly but purposely made their way back to him, soliciting contact again with his eyes. It almost seemed to smirk as if it sensed his fear and he felt terribly mortified to be a man at that moment. He wished that he could have a distraction, some random distraction if only the all-consuming kind where he could be so preoccupied and unfocused that his mind would forget about this peculiar, ghostly looking owl that had frozen his heart with terror.
By Elizabeth Cordes4 years ago in Fiction
Blank Slate
THE JANITOR'S POV I remember first hearing this story back in elementary school on the playground. It was a crazy story, about a schoolteacher who would go from place to place, strangling kids before moving on. According to this story, nobody knew where they came from or where they would go. Nobody knew how old exactly this schoolteacher was. They didn't have a universal appearance either, but would be like a kind of shapeshifter.
By Pestis Deathbird4 years ago in Fiction
Children Of The Dressmaker. Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge.
***The following story is historical fiction based on a crime that happened in 1865. Reference to violence and grief. Content maybe upsetting and not suitable for all readers.***
By C. H. Richard4 years ago in Fiction
With Just A Touch. Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge.
I have about an hour before they pull the switch on what was once a very ingenious and lucrative career. My name is Barnard Oliver, or Barn Owliver, a moniker courtesy of the town’s youth who would come to me for advice. They said I “had an answer for everything.” That I was as wise as an owl. A persona I encouraged, to abate my deep loneliness living with an enigma of a father.
By DeEtta Miller4 years ago in Fiction
Night of the Living Dead
Night of the Living Dead : a novel by G. L. Payne. Based on the film, “Night of the Living Dead” , screenplay by George A. Romero and John Russo . In Public Domain Excerpt part one: https://shopping-feedback.today/horror/night-of-the-living-dead-u25rb60hgx%3C/p%3E%3C/a%3E%3Cdiv class="css-1htaxga-Flex">
By Gary Payne4 years ago in Fiction

The Lonely Highway

" Kid, I remember that night like it was this morning ; My trucks engine roar grew quieter leaving only the crickets outside to keep me company as I came to a stop on the offramp on 86. I sighed looking at the dark night sky, miles of lonely highway before me. I hated stopping at night but a violation could cause me to lose my job or at the very least a very expensive ticket.

By Misha Alsleben4 years ago in Fiction

IV: Night of the Living Dolls

IV: Night of the Living Dolls A young mother held her newborn baby at home for the very first time. The tiny infant wrapped up tight in a pink fuzzy blanket cooed away at her mother. The mother smiled, stroking her soft cheeks. The baby smiled back, clasping her little fingers around her mother's thumb. Rocking in a old wooden chair, that her mother had given her, she sighed pleasantly.

By Jayde Bartha4 years ago in Fiction

Forbidden Plenty

Bjorn stepped into a small stream. The ancient border. A forest lay just beyond. Untouched by man. “Never cross that water boy. Better to die than enter those woods.” His grandfather told him as a child.

By Brad 4 years ago in Fiction

David's Secret

David and Vlad were sitting in the back of their mom's car as she dropped them off at school that day. This was the day that David would go through with his plans. David thought, "What should I strangle my brother with today—a sock? Yeah, I'll use a sock. " David smiled and looked out the window as they pulled up at their school. Vlad would get out first and be greeted by his girlfriend, Samantha, or "Sammy" for short. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and smiled at their mother and said, "Morning Mrs. Moreno!" Molly smiled at her, laughed, and replied, "Darling, I told you you could just call me mom!" They hug each other before the bell rings. Then, Sammy ran off with Vlad to their first class as David decided to walk slowly, deep in thought. "So after I kill him, I’ll invite her over and then have my way with her."

By Lacie&Daisy4 years ago in Fiction