Horror
Haunted.
The outside was unknown to her but she saw everything she needed to see out of the last of the window in his room. When I was born there was something Demonic about the house. Something was peculiar about it. There were noises at night, doors slamming, footsteps down the hall and the worst thing about it you were never alone, someone was always watching you wherever you were! Even in the safty of your own bedroom where figures visit my house. I use to swear they cam through the window that knobody could agree on and thought it was a “phase”
By Dawn Earnshaw4 years ago in Fiction
Milly
The little town of Maple Bay was as run down as any town could be in the time following the recession. There were a few businesses still open such as Gus's Hardware and Milly's Cafe. The latter served the best breakfasts for miles, not that Milly's had a lot of competition.
By Michael Trigg4 years ago in Fiction
The House of Wier
Before the dark ages, Earth was inhabited by many beings and creatures; humans, wizards, elves, gnomes, talking trees, anything and everything you can imagine. As with everything some were good, and some were bad. Now most people think they know what lives in this world. But, in reality, we don’t have a clue. Because all of these beings and creatures are from this earth. Now, many were driven to different realms and worlds but there are several that stayed behind. But we’ll delve into that in another story. My inspiration to write this story came from the full moon I’m looking at. It’s not just any regular full moon, it’s a blood moon. This type of moon hasn’t been seen for thousands of years. So, what is the one thing we think about when there is a full moon? Werewolves!!!
By Armando Armas4 years ago in Fiction
The Widow of the Dark Forest
“Chapter One...?” “Once Upon a time there were Four Groups of Four Teenage Students on each group two Females and two Males, with Four Camp Leaders to guide them to Four different Campsites deep into the Dark Cold Forrest, it was a Winter Camp for the Criminal and Troubled Teenage Students...?”
By Vicky 'A' Blevins Reavis4 years ago in Fiction
Masque Macabre
The Masque Macabre Edith arose to find her sanctuary silent. No sounds of life, no servants in her quarters. Vacant the hive-like drone of familiar domestic activity that Edith had grown accustomed to. Unnatural, deafening silence. A pin dropped and its echo resounded like the violent shattering of splintering glass. The shock contrasted wildly with the absence of sound.
By Belladonna Eve Lamorte4 years ago in Fiction
The Blood Priest
Miami: 1976 The long hours poring over case files was showing the fruits of its labour in Detective Daniel 'Madman' Mavis. His nine o'clock shadow and croissant like posture all showing the marks of a man with no control over his obsessive nature. The sick freak he was hunting had been gifted the name, 'The Blood Priest' dubbed as such because his victims were always found painted from head to toe in crosses of their own blood. Some kind of cult thing, like the Manson family times a thousand maybe. Or maybe it was a single perpetrator, carrying out some twisted religious crusade. Daniel reached into his shirt and pulled out the cross necklace he always wore under his clothes, grasping it tightly. The small, smooth wooden pendant provided a simple comfort, the lord was with him. He hoped it was also with his first partner Tyler Hadish, who was a victim of the Priests spree. Poor Hadish, he was a good man.
By Michael Coffey4 years ago in Fiction
The Mourning Dove
The mourning dove is one of the most abundant and widespread of all North American birds. But for Katy, the teenage daughter of the Richmond family, when she opened the front door to begin her morning walk to school, the sight of a whole flock of them perched on the neighboring fence sent a creeping chill down her spine. Katy was the middle of five siblings and by far the most superstitious; she indulged herself in finding symbolism in the mundane, meaning in what everyone else would consider meaningless. So, when the soft, brown-bodied doves flew onto the Richmond family’s lawn and began feeding, Katy overlooked the fact that ground feeding is entirely normal for this breed of birds, and instead took their name as a symbol for sorrow, and their presence on her property as a sign that her family would be the victims of fate’s cruelty. She glared at the birds for several seconds before starting off to school, and as she walked, she wondered why the birds didn’t land on the neighbor’s lawn instead.
By Christopher Russell4 years ago in Fiction
