Horror

Caw!
IT ALWAYS STARTED WITH A CROW. I’d hear their caw caw and my attention would be turned towards wherever they were perched. Sometimes they were bold enough to land right on my shoulder. <Cursed birds!>
By Nathan Charles4 years ago in Fiction
The Only Escape
I just ran. The wind flowing through my hair. The salty ocean air smacking my face. I had no idea where I was going. I didn't even have a clue about where the hell I even was. All I knew was that I was not to let that maniac behind me catch up to me.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Fiction
Camping on the Lake
Camping on the Lake by Cleve Taylor Jill slapped her neck smashing the blood gorged mosquito feasting there. She remembered her cousin showing her how by balling his fist he could cause a sudden spurt of blood into a feeding mosquito on his forearm and make it explode. As far as she could tell, her mosquito spray attracted the small voracious insects instead of repelling them like it was supposed to.
By Cleve Taylor 4 years ago in Fiction
Cold
The lake, which in a few months would be frozen over, was surrounded by mangroves. The last of the sunshine glittered against a strip of the water like pearls.
By Caitlin4 years ago in Fiction
Sea Devil
Sea Devil It has been months since any of us have seen land, it’s almost like the world has been swallowed by waters of the abyss. Many of us have fallen ill, and it seems that our calls for help, and prayers continue to go unanswered. The captain seems mad, proclaiming that “Just a bit further now boys, she’s waiting”. We had all signed up to be crew to him in England, he spoke of it being the voyage of a lifetime, being a man, a year abroad would set your family up with all they need, and with this many of us ran to the chance. Work was scarce during these times, people were going hungry, and to be offered a prize like this, it seemed too good to be true. First came the rats, they had spread illness amongst us before we even knew it, then came the shortages with more being ill, our medical supplies were at an all low, and food was beginning to run thin.
By Erica Rose4 years ago in Fiction
Reservoir Requiem
The slatish waters of Butterley Reservoir gave back no sun as yet, still rising as it is beyond the hump of woodland made up of 525 oak trees. Soon will; as the lifting wisps of mist are hauled up into the icy skies, adjacent to the fading transparent grainy crescent moon hanging redundant under a lucid mash potato cloud, the full white disc shall be seen with views across the moors to Marsden. His clothes were wet and it appeared, at first sight, that his jacket was missing, then on further investigation, it became clear that it wasn't missing but it was lost to him now.
By SOPOETIC4 years ago in Fiction
Twins in the Garden
Stop! Don't continue to my story until you catch up with the previous episodes of the great VCS Halloween Spooktacular Part 1: A Mother's Undying Love by Untraditional Mother
By Paula Shablo4 years ago in Fiction
That terrible night dear the Gomti River
It was the night of November 30, 1994. It was about 10 pm. The Gomti river was nearby. My girlfriend Pooja Sheshadri’s house in the Gomti River Colony near the river. I said good night to her. She gave me a nice hug and then went inside her house. I smiled as I looked at her. I had to ride my motorcycle to East Charbagh Colony, which was more than 15 km away. My house was there and my parents and younger brother were waiting for me that night.
By Anshuman Kumar4 years ago in Fiction
Rone
The logs shifted as they turned to dust in the crackling fire. Rone stared emptily into the near dead flames as she swayed back and forth. Arms wrapped around her knees as tears ran down her cheeks. The only thought running through her head was “Fuck, fuck, fuck”
By Kaytlyn4 years ago in Fiction
Momma
I can’t wait to see Momma again. It’s been ever so long, she left when I was young. That’s what Papa said anyway, I don’t believe him. As he says children should be seen but never heard. But even then, we are not always seen, we are small creatures and we fit in the most ridiculous places. My favourite place was always the top stair at the lake house, Momma showed me it and said I could go there whenever I felt strange. I never understood her till Christmas last year, Papa came home in a rush, saying Aunt Mattie was coming over (our Aunt Matilda, but we were to never call her that).
By Waterstars4 years ago in Fiction
The Maneater’s Vengeance
I’ve always had a love for the ocean. I was 6 years old at the time with braided pigtails holding my teddy bear and a vanilla ice cream cone with rainbow sprinkles that was profusely melting in my hand. It was a hot sunny day at the aquarium and it was ten minutes before the great white shark's feeding time. My father had left me with my sister as he had momentarily left to get more napkins to clean up the mess. We had been walking up and down, exploring the deep oceans, traveling the seas, seeing funny and exotic marine animals that I had only ever seen on tv.
By Jay4 years ago in Fiction
Drifting Woman
Originally printed in THE BLACK STONE, "Drifting Woman" is a tale of creeping horror set in modern-day Japan. Drifting Woman
By Made in DNA4 years ago in Fiction