Horror
The Mystery of Pjotr Obermann
Every small town has a house with a history or even a haunted one. Oakville, Illinois, had a house with an odd history. It held a dreadful secret no one knew about. This house belonged to Pjotr Obermann, a German immigrant who came to Oakville with his wife Maria in the 1900s. On the outskirts of town, he built a large ironworks factory. Obermann Ironworks provided for the town during WWII and most of the people who lived in the town worked at the factory. At first, Pjotr and his wife Maria supported the town. Then things began going wrong.
By Rasma Raisters4 years ago in Fiction
Odd Profession, a True Professional
'Would you like your latte with almond or soy milk?’ ‘Regular, skim, with sugar. Thank you.’ While I carried the tray with cups to the table, I gave my interviewee a good look. There was nothing remarkable about his features, expression, clothing. He looked like an ordinary man, wearing ordinary clothes, about to have his regular latte.
By Katarina Glozic4 years ago in Fiction
The Halloween Party
It was Halloween once again and the residents of Oasis were all excited. All the residents loved Halloween because it was the only time it was acceptable to be scared and to scare others. All over town kids were getting ready to go trick or treating and the adults were getting ready for parties. One group of friends decided that they were going to throw the scariest party the town has ever known by hosting it at the old abandoned hospital, Eternal Health. Eternal Health was a three-story broken-down brick structure that was abandoned 30 years ago. In its prime, it had a children's ward( which housed unwanted children), a psych ward, a long-term care ward, a trauma ward, a surgical ward, and a morgue. Everyone in town was afraid of the old abandoned hospital because it was so creepy looking and there had been rumors of torture, unexplained patient disappearances, and deaths, but after years of investigation, nothing was ever proven and the rumors were forgotten.
By Katina LaSalle 4 years ago in Fiction
I’m not going back
Strong winds accompany us on our quest, sweeping off layers of fog and unease. Stars, dotted throughout the night sky, forming stories in constellations and galaxies, watch over us as we make our way. The tumultuous river flowing alongside us on the left shimmers with a bright film over it, posing a motile mirror to the starry sky.
By Tanay Verma4 years ago in Fiction
Eminent Domain
A young man banged down the gavel with a loud clack. He wore a slim suit that caught the light like oiled cloth, heavy and wet. The murmur and snickers quieted down, and the young man pointed his gavel down toward the nearly empty benches of the town hall, straight at the only man in the room with wrinkles painting his face.
By J.A. Hernandez4 years ago in Fiction
Inching Along After the Apocalypse
June 4, 2034 I was rummaging through the supply cabinets in the teacher's lounge today and found a composition notebook, like the ones I used to hand out to my kids, beautiful black and white marbled cover, brand new—well, unused. Of course, nothing's brand new anymore. I haven't written a diary since I was a kid, it's been so long, I think I forgot how.
By J.A. Hernandez4 years ago in Fiction
The Mind of an Artist
Oh, good, you're awake. Don't struggle too much. I know what this must look like, but I promise that I'm not going to kill you. Are your ropes too tight? I can loosen them a little. Sadly, the gag has to stay in. You see, I can't have you interrupting me while I create my masterpiece or while I tell you how it came to be.
By Joshua Campbell4 years ago in Fiction
Lisa
"Good afternoon, Beautiful." Paul had rushed home from work just like he had every day for the past two weeks. Ragan and Frank had said something about drinks after shift, but he'd barely heard them. He had only one thing on his mind. The same thing he'd had for the past two weeks.
By Joshua Campbell4 years ago in Fiction
