Horror
Haven’s Peak Anthologies: Vita
Water, Earth, Fire, Air and Life. The five elements that mystically make up the universe. We each represented one. I was the last to join the coven we had made. My real name is Melody but for the coven I was named Saol, for life, not a choice I had but that’s what was necessary. It was weird being the only female in the group, especially considering the belief that a woman is only good for the home. I hoped that when I joined it wasn’t just to be mother to the four men. I was right with that hope but my story only starts here.
By Dee Jay Kay4 years ago in Fiction
Disguises
Fregoli syndrome is a real disorder. It is defined in the DSM-5 as "A rare disorder in which a person holds a delusional belief that different people are in fact a single person who changes appearance or is in disguise." I studied up on this affliction when I created a tabletop game where the players were in an insane asylum and they took real mental afflictions for their characters. This writing, while a little odd and disjointed, is an attempt to write from the point of view of someone who suffered from this.
By Josephine Mason4 years ago in Fiction
The Demon's Betrothed
I have spent my days lamenting, moaning like the chain-ridden ghosts in the halls of the abandoned jails of centuries past. I, the soulless demon of the Underworld, King of Horrors and all that disputes the nauseating comfort of what humans describe as contentment, happiness, and love. I have spent my time mourning and loathing myself for my existence. It has been exactly like what human teenagers go through, what they call "puberty," how they react so outrageously...they find every inconvenience to be life-altering. Though my longing has not been for useless purpose; no, my anguish has proven the existence of a heart somewhere deep in the abscesses where my soul might have survived had I not been betrayed by humanity. Banished to these depths by the witches, eternally damned to rule and torture with great pleasure.
By Dani Banani4 years ago in Fiction
A Sweet Dream, A Living Nightmare
It was the year 2021. A hot summer day, Carla and her husband Shawn were helping revitalize a new town that was abandoned in Nanton Alberta. Carla and Shawn were a big part of the community 20 years ago helping those overcome addictions as well as rebuilding houses in the more run-down areas of the town. The reason for the abandonment of the town that there was no employment and resources had run dry. It was an odd year before, a global pandemic swept the nation, killing thousands of people in its wake. It was a destructive year that’s for sure. There was a small civil war between two groups of people. The anti-maskers and the “sheep”. As they would call them. Carla always looked back on those days and was shocked to see that her and her family had survived the riots and the outrages. The government had made this war possible between the two groups of people. While there were families separated because there was an up roar about the vaccine that was released, locked away in these camps that locked people up just for them to die there. No medical staff was on the premises of these camps. Just military men who were dressed in full PPE, holding guns. It was like something that Hollywood would portray as the world ending. Carla is still in disbelief that it had all happened the way that it did. She was just happy that she and her family made it out alive. Her whole premise of restoring this town was a safe haven for people who needed to seek asylum from the government.
By Marissa Jeffries4 years ago in Fiction
Night of Horrible Things
Jayce had spent most of Halloween night on the sofa. Knife near him on as he stared down at the wall. Holding his phone close to his body with a shiver. This whole night was just completely messed up. Someone had kept ringing his door-bell ten times in the past two hours. Ones that he thoroughly examined for bad things. Make sure that no one put nasty stuff inside. It was a good thing that he had. Otherwise, he would have been really hurt.
By Raphael Fontenelle4 years ago in Fiction
Can you see it?
Can you see it? Please, tell me you can see it! That’s why I came here, you know. To see if I wasn’t crazy. It’s followed me like this for the past six months. This putrid mass of creeping black ooze. Oh, how I wish that was all I had to describe, yet it’s horrifying features know no bounds. Somewhere beneath that goopy, grimy, tar-like liquid that drizzles unendingly from its very core, two foul, yellow, empty eyes strike an unending gaze at me. Like a bastard black cat, those eyes stare as though they expect something from me, but what? My very soul pulses and pounds as violently as a lightning storm when I ponder that dark question, when I see those eyes. Those damn eyes! Can you see it? It’s here right now!
By Henry Shaw4 years ago in Fiction
He Will Eat Your Darkness
The summer felt sour from the beginning. Rancid, thick, depressive air hung over me. Chase broke up with me in May—and started dating my ex-best friend, Molly, the next day. I bombed my SATs. And beach plans with my friends came to a screeching halt with Mom’s declaration.
By Sarah Paris4 years ago in Fiction
Foggy Water: A Miraculous Lens
Horror by the sea is a common occurrence in the New England area. Sea Captain wives stare from widow walks waiting for their husbands to return, suicides off cliffs overlooking the ocean waves, and lighthouse attendants who lose their minds from the solitary confinement are the experience of the day…or night.
By Angelique Pesce4 years ago in Fiction
