Horror

Finders Keepers
This time, he was going to use a belt and a strap. Something had to be done. She kept falling over. Why wouldn't she put her hands around his waist like he saw other girls do? If she'd just do that, she would stay put! She was quiet. Shy. That part was okay by him, but he couldn't have her falling off the back like that. It wasn't cool.
By Brigitte Emmons4 years ago in Fiction
Pitchindye Bridge
The funeral was on Monday. That is all I can remember, besides carrying with other pallbearers dressed in assigned black suits the red chestnut casket that held the body of the deceased with blue hydrangeas placed in her hands. I can sort of also remember my own thought of how there is irony in the flower choice because of its Victorian meaning of being cold and frigid; the dead was in fact both of those: cold and frigid.
By AJ Hawkins4 years ago in Fiction
Laying in Wait
Beneath the blazing Summer sun, the plastic slowly rises. It strips the air from within the endless vacuum, the pained growl rippling across the parched yellow grass. It swells and stretches until it can bear the pressure no longer before finally the rushing air is blocked and the sound replaced by running water. Higher and higher, the water rises, threatening to overwhelm the simple space that holds it until it comes to a staggering halt. At last the pool is ready.
By Bree Beadman4 years ago in Fiction
Red Tide
We all fear the deep darkness of the ocean. It is an unexplored frontier that stirs the imagination. Yet, there are stories of ancient monsters. Cruel bloodthirsty creatures that inhabit not just the depths of the deep blue but the darkest parts of our imagination. I come here to tell you a story, a sort of cautionary tale of the island of Miskatonic. It was fifty miles from Nantucket and one hundred miles from the New England Coast. The island was a home for a small whaling fleet in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries but in the early 20th century it was abandoned. Nobody knew with certainty why it was abandoned but many claim that a monster from the depths of the Atlantic had claimed the island as its resting place. Many people who tried to return to the island disappeared or were found dead under mysterious circumstances.
By Ronin 4 years ago in Fiction
The Island
The sun began to slip away behind the mountains, tired of her long journey across the sky. Her colors broke into a million rays as she painted her canvas brilliant shades of oranges and pinks and yellows, dancing across Anna’s retinas. Her time was running short. The lengthening shadows curled ominously across the ground, splitting the light into long lines on Anna’s scabbed and bruised skin. She adjusted her leather pack on her shoulders and began to run towards the sound of the crashing waves.
By Elizabeth Wild4 years ago in Fiction
The Cuckoo
Warning: The following story, while entirely fictional, may be disturbing for some readers. Reader discretion is advised. Part One
By J. R. Lowe4 years ago in Fiction
The House Across the Street
“Tell me about the house across the street, Sam.” Young Sam shook his head. “We don't talk about the house across the street,” his reply was automatic but not without feeling.
By Austin Montgomery4 years ago in Fiction
Lady of the Dunes
Charlie should have turned around when Bentley started barking. This would be her ultimate conclusion. She should have turned around and walked away.
By Bri Craig4 years ago in Fiction
The Lagoona Lighthouse
I was outside perched on what little dock there was on my station. The light was illuminating the empty green sea water. The winds were the best sign of the coming winter month chilling what little exposed skin I happened to have. A hat pulled all the way down and a scarf wrapped so much around my face that it only had a slit revealing the world beyond my nose.
By Unabated Lemon4 years ago in Fiction
Water, fog and blood, let's be wicked.
This is the story of three witches, plus one aloof, rather eccentric other witch. We have definitely evolved from riding brooms. Now we ride the wind, zipping in and out, between space and time, controlling our lives however we please.
By Novel Allen4 years ago in Fiction
Hush
Hundreds and hundreds of miles on the sea. Hundreds and hundreds of hours. The sun that sets and the moon that rises, all familiar scenes. The stars will shine and twinkle. The waves will shift and rock. But keep your guard, and both eyes peeled for the shadows swimming below.
By Nicole Fenn4 years ago in Fiction
Creek Monsters
I know that monsters exist. I saw one myself once. When I was eleven years old, a monster pushed my best friend under the local creek and drowned her.
By Margery Bayne4 years ago in Fiction