Horror
Sozo: a Betrayed God
III: Sozo: a Betrayed God (I) Today was different than their typical walk-day, another walk around the lake with their dog Warhead. Even though they’ve been on the same walk for a long time the three of them enjoyed this intimate time together.
By Jayde Bartha4 years ago in Fiction
The Second Floor
I have never wanted to go to a hospital because I despise them. My biggest nightmare came true once when one of our relatives was hospitalized in the hospital, and we had to visit him. It was a large hospital, but it was located outside of town. There were only a couple of residences nearby. We started our journey early, yet it took us until after nightfall to arrive. I wasn’t feeling well, so I went for a walk in the garden next to the hospital until my family returned from seeing a relative. While listening to music, I wandered around. As I approached the back of the hospital, it began to rain. I rushed into the hospital’s back door after seeing it. It was rather dark there, so I used the flashlight on my phone. It was a storage area. I was worried since my phone’s battery was low and it was about to die. Then I decided to look for a way inside the hospital through a door. I noticed a door, but it was shut. So I proceeded up the steps on my right to see if there was another entrance. I proceeded up to the first level, but there was no door. As a result, I chose to go to the second floor.
By Brandsandu4 years ago in Fiction
Monsters: Chapter 1
The clock on the mantlepiece clicked quietly in the background as the flicker of the television screen filled the dark room with brightly coloured light. The floor was like that of a landscape in the late evening as the sun began to set, mounds of blankets like rolling hills, their occupants unmoving and fast asleep. The only thing in the room that moved was a tall boy, who sat on the edge of the sofa, enamoured by the movie he intently watched.
By Sam Averre 4 years ago in Fiction
The Haunting of Kingsley Library
Life was getting stale. Nothing seemed to be going right since Les left me. The apartment was too quiet and depressing. Shopping for one seemed a waste of time and eating out alone was uncomfortable, therefore I had lost 15 pounds I didn't need to lose. Worst of all, I'd lost complete interest in my job at Alderman's Advertising and the promotion to corporate that I had so been looking forward to before, past me right on by, and I seriously didn't even care that it was given to the egotistical Dave Flips.
By Mother Combs4 years ago in Fiction
Love Upon A Canvass Pale
The door opens with a soft slow sigh, reluctantly surrendering the room to my view. Candles by the score loosely arranged in scattered lots fill the room, parting only slightly to allow a vague serpentine path winding across the floor. Burning dimly the flames flicker in the breeze. An open doorway upon the far end of the room is sheathed by long sheer curtains that dance in the moonlight. Pale, blue-white light splashes through the doorway bathing one side of the room in a soft milky glow, while clashing desperately with the candle light. The ensuing shadows are tossed about the room wickedly in a vulgar demonic dance.
By Leslie Neal Saenz4 years ago in Fiction
White Hot Voodoo Lightning
He should’ve been out by now, Roy thought as he checked his watch again and grunted loudly into the dark cab of his truck. He laid his meaty hand on the horn for one... two... three... four whole seconds. When he saw no movement in the house’s dark windows, he cursed, leaned across the seat bench, and cranked the passenger window down. The cats and dogs falling from the sky were making their way inside and, though he didn’t take particularly fastidious care of his vehicle, something about the seat getting wet on top of being late really pissed him off something nasty.
By Dmytryk Carreño4 years ago in Fiction
Room 245
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By Jamey O'Donnell4 years ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Bites Back
In recent days, Jack and I had acquired the habit of taking long walks at night. And for reasons unclear to me, my new best friend always chose such areas in which I myself would never have appeared at night, even with a shotgun. However, after we raided the drug den, I felt much more confident, so I did not mind. Still, I repeatedly tried to find out why Jack chose such routes, but she only smiled in response. But then it all finally made sense. To my greatest regret…
By Paul Devereaux4 years ago in Fiction
