Horror
The Lucus Family Farm
The year was 1968, Benjamin Lucus was on his way to Lewistown, Montana. He always dreamt of having A cattle farm of his own, and today it was finally coming true. Benjamin sold his home in Nebraska, and he and his family made their way to the new Lucus Family Farm.
By Stephanie Downard5 years ago in Fiction
You Got Read!
As soon as Elle opened her eyes to the web-infested rafters above her, she knew something was wrong. Where am I? She slowly got up. There were tires propped against the wall beside her, bales of rotting hay strewn about the floor. Light was shining everywhere through the broken slats, striping the barren space around her with sun. It hurt her eyes, and her head pounded.
By Raistlin Allen5 years ago in Fiction
Beyond the Barn
“Alright boys, settle down. You’ll want to hear this.” "Forty-nine years ago, an old man, much older than yourselves, came to explore these woods with his wife. They parked their car about thirty miles South of here and began to hike. Legend has it that there are secrets in these parts. Some older than all of us put together. For years, these secrets have brought folks from near and far, curious to see what they can find. They’ve all ended up leaving real disappointed until this man and his wife stumbled upon the barn."
By Elaina Finney5 years ago in Fiction
Tink Tink Tink
Its been raining this past week. Hard. When it finally seems like it’s going to let up and the sun will have its moment to shine bright in a cloudless sky, there is another crack of thunder and the rain pounds harder on the old tin roof. Tink Tink Tink. We have been saved from the wet by this roof. No matter how many old stories my mother used to tell me about how the sounds of the rain on the metal shingles would sooth her, the noise still rattles me down to my bones. It doesn’t sound comforting to me. It sounds akin to nails on a chalk board. The sound of death tapping on your window beckoning you to let him in. And it just never lets up.
By Jesse Wiedemann5 years ago in Fiction
A Long, Lonely Road
I awoke to whisperings surrounding me in the silent night. As my eyes shot open, all I could see was the shining stars far above in the eternal, all-consuming void of darkness. As the soft smell of a summer’s night sunk into my veins, I realised I was stranded.
By Nathan Beckett5 years ago in Fiction
The Scarecrow
He ran through the fields of corn in one of the largest games of hide and seek that he had ever played. His hiding place was perfect, not that no one would find him, but that it was a place where no one would go. The Humphrey Family's Barn. To get there, he had to cross the creek and run through the cornfield, find the old cross, and then he just needed to make a left and then he was there. So, he ran a little faster to get there.
By Jonathan Klarich5 years ago in Fiction
The Boss in the Barn
While Cassie sat in the barn, she could not help thinking that no one would ever find her. She met Pat on a popular dating site. He was charming. He seemed like the perfect teddy bear. He was the perfect gentleman. They had been dating for several months. She looked the barn over. It was a bit torn down. The boards were rickety. There were sparse animals here and there. It smelled of animal feces and blood. Being a nurse; she knew the smell of blood all too well. Never mind the fact that there was a decaying body in the corner. Somehow, she knew that soon too this would be her fate.
By Patricia Brothers5 years ago in Fiction
The Barn
THE BARN A monitor in a kitchen flickers rapidly with distorted images. Voices speaking an unknown language can be heard on an intercom. Jacob Hollowood, a white-haired man in his early sixties, enters loading a pump shotgun. He looks over at the monitor, chambers a round, and exits through the back door.
By Lucifer Divinitas5 years ago in Fiction
Demons
Elizabeth Marge Henderson 04-25-1990 prison psych eval is accounted as follows; For so long I have never felt like I could give you a reason why. I will try today, although I can say you won't believe me. Jacob had always been able to bring me back from the dark places. In reality, Jacob was going through a much darker place than I ever would. It's been around fifty years since he'd gone, but the memory of what happened to him will never leave me. I was only eleven, he twelve. His birthday was September the seventeenth, a month before mine. He always used to tease me for being a month younger. I won't bore you with that though. You are here to learn about our old barn that burned down. Yes it was a peculiar instance. People from all over came to see the charred remains of that barn, and I can't say I blamed them. I would have too, if I hadn't known the story behind it already. Once the barn was completely burned to the ground, there were a small circle left untainted amongst the ashes. Nothing much special about it other than that no fire had gotten to it, and it were clear of debris. We always search for reason in these circumstances, but none were to be found. In this instance the truth is that much more unbelievable. Jacob and I were as thick as thieves, told each other everything, went everywhere together when we could. I knew his parents were strict but apparently I hadn't learned the half of it. We were just kids, but sometimes you could see the hollowness in his face, if only fleeting.
By Katie Oetzel5 years ago in Fiction
