Horror
Haven’s Peak Anthologies: The Lighthouse Keeper
The black spot. A way to communicate a death sentence sent by pirates. Whomever receives the black spot is doomed to be hunted down until their end. Or at least that’s what Seamus Malloy believed from reading in his latest book Treasure Island. Seamus adored reading but it was the only past time he had being the only human inhabitant of Haven’s Peak and the lighthouse. Seamus lived in the lighthouse alone with the only company being his carrier pigeons, the mail they bring and his books that he gets once every three months when a ship turns up for resupply. He wasn’t much of a people person and had jumped at the first opportunity to live in and run the newly built Lighthouse on Haven’s Peak. Even the rumours of death and curses couldn’t stop him from his isolation and from slowly building his dream library. He knew that by working as the lighthouse keeper he’d get silence and free food and living quarters. He also knew that his job was to be easy. This was the first lighthouse built to test whether you needed to go to the top of the building to light it, and Seamus was more than happy that it actually worked. He could stay in his cosy library/bedroom and all he had to do was turn a switch in the room at the right time each night, and he was always punctual. But that was the job and Seamus Malloy was Haven’s Peaks’ first lighthouse keeper.
By Dee Jay Kay4 years ago in Fiction
Perchance to Dream
Amy woke, her body frozen. This was not unusual. But it was annoying. She’d thought she had her sleep paralysis under control, but apparently not. Her anxiety had reared its ugly head recently with her promotion at work. She’d had a low-level anxiety attack going for about a week, so it wasn’t surprising when her sleep started to be affected. First, she’d struggled to fall asleep. Now, this.
By Lauren Triola4 years ago in Fiction
Beware. Witch lives here.
The young girl's room was enveloped in blackness. She lay in her narrow bed, her eyes wide open. Sleep would not come. A combination of fear and pain guaranteed that it would be a long night. Her eyes darted around the room, finally coming to rest on the thin white curtain covering her window. It blew in the light breeze, like a haunting spirit. Pale light from the nearby waterfront filtered through the translucent cloth, casting fluid shapes on the wall.
By Jennifer Christiansen4 years ago in Fiction
Denholm Lake
“I’m so glad you’re here, Father,” the mayor said as she greeted the priest at the door. “Please, call me Graham,” he warmly corrected the mayor. Father Graham detested the nomenclature of the Catholic priesthood, particularly in his role as exorcist for the diocese. People who needed exorcists, he reasoned, had more to worry about than stammering over titles. “Certainly, Graham, certainly,” the mayor smiled as she led Father Graham to the nearby conference room, “please, this way. Our police chief is here as well.”
By Lloyd Farley4 years ago in Fiction
The Midwest Exorcist
The SUV swerved into Ed’s gravel driveway and came to a dramatic hault. Ed sighed and said to himself, “Here we go again.” The old man grunted as he stood up from his rocking chair and hobbled towards the vehicle. It was quite professional looking.
By Quinn Borch4 years ago in Fiction
River of Purgatory
There's a storm raging outside. That's not all that uncommon since it is the rainy season but this one had been much fiercer than had been anticipated. By the time my family and I had realized that it was far too late to evacuate. We had broken down much of our furniture to barricade the windows as much as possible. We had also stacked our beds on top of one another and then climbed up so as to be as high as we could manage. Unfortunately none of it was enough. The water engulfed our home shattering the windows and barricades as if they were made of paper. The last thing I remembered was holding my family tight as the water swallowed us all.
By Josephine Mason4 years ago in Fiction
Left for Dead. Top Story - October 2021.
My head popped out of the frigid waters, immediately gasping for air the second my face hit the surface. Before thinking about doing anything else, I just know I had to get the hell out of these waters. My hand reached up and grabbed the closest patch of dried grass that I could reach before pulling my entire body over the small cliff, wincing at the pain caused by the scraping of the sharp rocks lining up the side of the cliff.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Fiction
Choking on the Undertow
The gentle crash of waves hit the ship, and Cecily Stoles stirs to semi-consciousness. The night wind, cool against her skin, washes her in an unexpected calm. Cecily stretches her arms and feels the warmth of Shane’s strong body against her own. She smiles but refuses to unglue her eyes. She wants to freeze this moment—her first waking moment as Mrs. Shane Stoles.
By Sarah Paris4 years ago in Fiction
What’s in the Fog?
It had been an odd few weeks since the fires. The girls had been staying with their aunt during school holidays, and strangely, Sandra was participating in Millie’s magic lessons. Aunt Millie was teaching them protection and warding spells, and the coven had detected something old surrounding the girls. They were also unsure if the Dybbuk had been, could be, killed.
By Karen Eastland 4 years ago in Fiction
Lums
A chill filled the autumn air. Swirls on the water were reminiscent of the ripples in time. The darkness was punctuated by electric lamps surrounding the Lums Pond State Park in Bear, Delaware in New Castle County. A splashing sound stirred up with the dredging of the cage. Dozens of human remains appeared but there was no sign of the cage.
By Skyler Saunders4 years ago in Fiction
The Watcher
She had always looked forward to the three weeks her family spent vacationing at Blue Lake every summer, a humble little campground where tents and motorhomes littered the grounds amongst the small modest cabins, one of which her father would reserve for the following year on the last day of their stay. The anticipation of arriving made the trip seem longer than usual. Blue Lake was one of her favorite places and she had been excited. Why then, was she experiencing a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, just as the soft glow of lanterns emulated from the tents and the smell of campfires filled her nostrils?
By Pamela Walsh-Holte4 years ago in Fiction
