Horror

Swallow Lake
Swallow lake was a blight on the land for the locals. Not that it wasn't beautiful or serene, any visitor would think it was breathtaking. The image of what a lake in the foothills should look like. It wasn't called swallow lake because of the bird. It was given the name because of the many lives that perished and simply vanished in it's waters. People went out and just never came back, swallowed up by the lake. Gone forever.
By JBaz4 years ago in Fiction
A Bad Day Gets Worse
Part 6 The biologist had not been acting right for some time. He was always looking to find time alone. Even now that the six of them had reunited. The physicist was stuck in the computer lab waiting on calculations of the trajectory of the meteor's impact. Everyone else was stuck in the mess waiting for their ride. It took seven hours to get out and come back to the impact site. They had taken three-dimensional photos of the site to go along with the three-dimensional photos taken by the original team of the intact meteor. They just called for the helicopter which would take time to reach the Antarctic base camp they were waiting inside of. If the weather got too bad, too fast this could end up being the six strangers' graves. They had three hours to wait as the bad weather loomed on the horizons.
By DaMaGe 4 years ago in Fiction
The Swimming Pool
Slate grey clouds rolled in from across the water, silhouettes of birds flew for cover in the threat of a cold night and biting winds. An abandoned hotel sat in the middle of the fury of the wind and the animals scurrying for safety; the hotel stood without a guest passing through its rooms for a little over a decade. On browning grass and thick weeds that reached for the sky like a beggar, the hotel sat, out of place like it had been built as someone’s afterthought. A building created from a dream, but for the life of them, the person couldn’t remember how the dream ended. It ended like this thought Olivia, being forgotten and left to the elements. Her father, whose blind optimism scared Olivia at times, looked at the hotel like he’d found a treasure of gold hidden under the floorboards. In reality, Olivia saw nothing but decay and wanted to cover the floorboards over, light a match and never look back. Looking forward, her father had bought the hotel from a realtor who rushed the papers as soon as her father expressed interest in the property.
By Kirsten Blyton4 years ago in Fiction
Thaw
Jack stood and turned towards his closet. His dorm room, so graciously provided by Pen State was no bigger than a jail cell and at times it even managed to achieve a jail cell’s cold lonely atmosphere as well. Stepping in front of his full length mirror, another amenity courtesy of Pen, he traced his fingers over the bumps and scratches from decades of use before settling his eyes on his own reflection. Brown eyes stared back at him haloed in olive skin and sunken behind brown hair that had fallen in front of them. His thin frame adjusted in the mirror and following as he reached for the door handle and pulled it open. Inside rested a backpack filled to the brim with clothing, canned food, and other assorted survival equipment.
By Nick Russell4 years ago in Fiction
The Song of the Thaw
If one had never spent time near a frozen lake, they’d be astonished by the cornucopia of sounds that emanated from such a body. People called it singing: the trills, chirps, and pings that resounded across the ice. Every tiny crack and minute shift was a note in an exotic chorus that was not to be heard anywhere else.
By Micah Delhauer4 years ago in Fiction
The Curse of Still Water Lake
Nearby settlers claimed that Still Water Lake froze over when the winds stopped blowing one winter; that the summer sun never made it over the mountains. More seasoned travelers traded rumors of angry gods and child sacrifices as they passed through the Chippewa trading post at the head of the trail. Jack Fowler considered himself a man of science and reasoned that talk of the unthawing lake was either rancid scuttlebutt or a greatly exaggerated climatological oddity. His older brother, however, believed wholeheartedly in phantoms of every shape and sort.
By Steven A Jones4 years ago in Fiction
Baby's Lead
Baby drew nearer the frozen pond. She poked it with a finger, bending low to do so. Laura watched on with an amused expression, Postie and the guards ignored the two of them as they hooded and hitched the Dead. They’d made it to their next stop, a small town that had not seen much traffic even pre-apocalypse. They were welcomed warmly enough by the locals, Barbra supposed, as they flooded out to usher them inside their walls.
By Dave Rowlands4 years ago in Fiction
Icy Premonitions
It always started the same way… first I would hear the crack! And then I’d feel the ice shift beneath my feet, and then it was as if I was sucked into the emptiness of the frozen water beneath. I can still feel daggers stabbing into my skin… but the worst part is the choking. When the breath is stolen from my lungs, replaced by brutal cold, freezing me from the inside out. Sometimes I swear I can even feel the moment my heart beats for the last time…
By Mycheille Norvell4 years ago in Fiction
A Monster’s Favor
I've never been one to talk about myself but today I'll make an exception. You’ll understand after I tell you what happened.It all happened months ago. I was at the worst point in my life so far. “I’m leaving you.” is all my ex said before grabbing her bags and walking out the door.After losing my job and being confined to my house for weeks and struggling to catch up on bills i just need some time to clear my head. I packed a bag , a hatchet and my .38 special and drove out to what I believed to be a remote part of my state. “Fucking idiot! Can’t do a damn thing right!” I said to myself as I realised I grabbed a box of tracer rounds by accident.
By Nicholas Sykes4 years ago in Fiction
Abilene's Vanity
A woman sat at a vanity. The small room had been the second walk-in closet attached to the master suite. She'd had it remodeled as her own little corner of the expansive bathroom. The floor gleamed white, tile shined perfectly. Fluffy burgundy rugs were scattered about. She sat upon a plush, cream-colored, cushion on a small mahogany stool. She wore a thick robe, white as pristine as the floor. It hung open revealing a black negligee. The vanity matched the stool, the wood dark and beautifully grained. The carved inlay surrounding the mirror was ornate, intricately detailed, with a mathematical precision that hadn't worn away over the years.
By JB Hansen4 years ago in Fiction
Don't Talk To Strangers
She's rather easy to spot, all alone on the street in her red hoodie, ear buds in her ears. She's practically doing everything they tell people not to do; singling herself out, not paying attention to her surroundings. It's almost too easy The man thinks as he follows hers in his car, staying just enough behind that he doesn't seem suspicious. He drives a little closer and calls out, "Hey, little girl!" Even though she's not all that little. She looks to be about twelve, rough estimate.
By M. K. Whitson4 years ago in Fiction
Hush. Beware. Hide. Don’t ask questions.
Hush. Don’t say a word. If you do, it’ll come for you. Not a monster. Not a person. A demon. The demon. He’s coming. Coming for you. Hush. Don’t say a word. They say if you travel past the eternally frozen pond, you can see him. No one goes there. Hush. Don’t say a word. Don’t look for him. He’ll find you. He found you. Run. Hush. Don’t say a word. The demon is here. He’s coming. Run. Faster. Run. Faster. Hush. Control your breath. Hush. He’s looking for you. He will come again. And again. And again. Hush. He found you. Run. Hush. Don’t say a word. You might hear his voice in your head, but once you do… there’s no turning back. Hush. Don’t say a word. If you see him, you’ll go blind. Hush. Don’t say a word. If you talk to him, you’ll go deaf. Hush. Don’t say a word. Lock your windows. Your doors. Hold your lamp in one hand. Your children in the other. Hush don’t say a word. Don’t let your children out after dark. He’ll come for them. He found them. Hide them. Run. Faster. Hush. Don’t say a word. You’ll hear the whispers coming from his cave. Don’t say a word. He’ll talk to you. Hush.
By islajae4 years ago in Fiction