Horror

The Forgotten Island
Up in the forgotten valleys of Warsaw Mountain, lies a majestic lake. If google maps was accurate, Lake Winnasaw was the most desolate lake in North America, being over thirty miles away from the nearest road. Mark knew he couldn’t hike to it in one day, but from what he read, the journey would be worth it. For him, it wasn’t about the view … it was about the island.
By Matthew Puzycki4 years ago in Fiction
Escape From Spooky Swamp
Welcome to Spooky Swamp. This is no ordinary swamp. Located in the Louisiana bayou, these waters are home to alligators, snakes, and the souls of those who never made it out.
By S. Frazer4 years ago in Fiction
The Mirror
The face in the mirror looked like me, but it was not me. I followed her movements, but I knew that this was not right. She walked away, but I stayed, watching.
By Lauren Triola4 years ago in Fiction
The Castle Of Constant Night
On the coast of a sea that I will not name, there is a castle where it is always night. If I told you the sea's name, you might try to find the castle with GPS, but that would not work, and then you would doubt my veracity. In all probability, you are already doubting me because I told you about the constant night, but that detail cannot be omitted. I do not understand how it is possible, but it is true. The castle sits at the crest of a hill dotted with jagged stones. Some of them sparkle in blues and greens. Others are pure obsidian. On most sides, the castle is protected by impassable mountains. The only way to reach the castle is via the sea and a long climb up a winding path.
By Littlewit Philips4 years ago in Fiction
Only after sundown: Part one
"You're not afraid of ghosts are you ?" Henry jabbed his wife's arm with his right shoulder. "No, but you have to admit, the stories about this house are creepy." Luisa said as she closed her car door, pocketed her keys, and headed towards the old house her husband had just bought.
By Dena Felix4 years ago in Fiction
Drowned
I wake to the sound of small waves splashing against a wooden boat. I open my eyes, squinting in anticipation of sunlight, only to see clouds dimming the sky. I sit up and look around. I appear to be in the middle of a big lake, entirely enclosed by trees. I look for an oar so that I can row myself back to shore, but I can’t find one. My head feels foggy, and any movement is physically exhausting. The boat rocks rhythmically in the water, and the splashing seems to be getting louder and louder.
By Emma Gilbert4 years ago in Fiction
Thoughts Of Evil
It was just an early morning and a bit misty in the morning, when I just woke up to get some breakfast, but when I woke up, I realized that some things were not what or how they looked when I last saw them. I began to question myself, upon what was the reason why some things were starting to look a bit mysterious. It was already morning time, but just looking outside of my window, all I saw was snow. Snow that covered up my entire outside home. I was starting to even worry, and I can already feel my morning breath rising up high. There was just something that was so off, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I try to take my mind off of overthinking what was the thing that was missing or the thing that was causing my mind to go a bit crazy, so I just decided to walk over to my kitchen table and make an effort to make myself a cup of coffee without shaking,but as I was about to make myself some coffee to give my mind an ease of relaxation and understanding, I began to hear my phone ring. I was just looking at it, thinking that all of this was just a little misunderstanding, but some part of me was just in panic mode. I was trying my best to take some deep breaths, but as annoying as I was, I was the kind of guy who was a cat and was curious about anything and everything that happened in his 38 year old life. I walk over to my house phone, and wrap some of the wire around my fingers as I pick up the phone and put it close to my ear and it was just dead on the other side. Like it felt like it was a contractor who probably wanted some attention, but I just couldn’t.
By Anton Ozaraga4 years ago in Fiction
Worm Soup
The last of her guests had left and the beauty of the afternoon was at its peak. “Goodbye!” “See you in the spring!” “Don’t forget to write!”
By Brigitte Emmons4 years ago in Fiction
Shadow Jumpers
This poem in song, avant-garde style: Ominous Passengers https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8EMHBbfI4QY Horrific screams fell from the sky, waking me from a deep sleep. There was a flock of Corella's passing over the house, and they were carrying something… it was hidden in the darkness and had hitched a ride. An uneasy, otherworldly odour filled the air and I leaned from my open window to see if I could see what it was. That’s when I saw them, shadows. They looked like shadow’s dancing their way to the ground.
By Karen Eastland 4 years ago in Fiction
A Light in the Fog
The dinghy bobs on the water. I don’t know which way to paddle, the fog is too thick. It’s everywhere. I can barely see the ends of the boat. It is quiet except for the gentle lapping of water.
By Lauren Triola4 years ago in Fiction
Finished
Tia is walking down the street, holding tightly to her book. He asked her to come back, didn’t beg, didn’t yell or even threaten. He asked. Said he wasn’t right in the head and that he needed to make amends. She never told anyone who he is, she is certain he has done this to others, although she only knows of one other survivor. But he doesn’t know she knows. The other one knows, they’ve met. Once. But once was all it took to know the truth. They aren’t the only ones who met up with him, only the only survivors.
By C.A.A.4 years ago in Fiction
Absence
ABSENCE We take sleep for granted. We are the charger of our own battery. When running smoothly, we glide on. However, the lack of it can stop us in our tracks. It’s just like trying to swim. You could be swimming with or against the tide.
By Elizabeth Butler4 years ago in Fiction