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Blood Drop Sun
Atop the Ebright Azimuth, the highest point in Delaware, the same place where the lightning bugs hung in the air, Crane Curren and his girlfriend Melanie Biscoff sat with certainty. He wore a Kente cloth t-shirt, black jeans and sneakers. Melanie donned an orange summer dress that looked like marmalade and blue flats. As the sun set, they just knew that something felt unsettling in their bones. They could look down the road and see what it was.
By Skyler Saunders7 months ago in Fiction
The Nun in the Dark
It was Ava’s first week in Willow Creek, a quiet, fog-covered town buried deep in Indiana. She had moved there for a fresh start, a slower life, and a clean break from the noise of the city. Her aunt had left her a small cottage near the edge of town, close to the woods. The place felt old and forgotten, like time moved differently there.
By CreepVille Horror Stories7 months ago in Fiction
The Lion Who Lost His Roar
Once upon a time, in the heart of a dense, emerald-green jungle teeming with life, a hunter, known for his cunning and keen eyesight, managed to capture a lion cub. The cub was incredibly young, barely a few weeks old, and still entirely dependent on its mother's nourishing milk for survival. The hunter, envisioning a unique addition to his humble home, carefully brought the tiny, bewildered creature back with him. His own children, a playful and curious bunch, were utterly delighted to see the miniature king of the jungle. Their faces lit up with joy, and they immediately began to interact with the cub, giggling as it tentatively pawed at their fingers. They spent a considerable amount of time captivated by its innocent antics, their youthful energy mirroring the cub's own nascent liveliness.
By Muhammad Saeed7 months ago in Fiction
We All Drank Tea While The Cannibals Came
So everyone was drinking tea. That’s how it started. The lights were warm, the kitchen smelled like cinnamon and mother’s milk, and the apartment (floor seventeen of a twenty-five-story building in the only neighborhood in Seattle where the rats had unionized) felt perfectly safe. There was a baby. There was a father. There was a mother. There were still walls and power and hot water. And then the TV screamed.
By Paper Lantern7 months ago in Fiction
A Spooky Siege
At only 20 years of age, Sylvie Hanson didn't expect to be the owner of a castle. It happened via tragic circumstances; it was passed down by her father, Sebastian Hanson, who passed on two months prior. The castle was known as Gladstone Manor, a quaint yet spooky domicile, but it was Sylvie's--lock, stock, and barrel.
By Clyde E. Dawkins7 months ago in Fiction
Whispers in the Walls
Whispers in the Walls By Tariq Shah The house had been abandoned for nearly forty years. Overgrown vines wrapped around its stone frame like fingers trying to choke the life out of it. To the villagers, it was cursed—a place where people vanished without a trace. But to Eliza Kane, it was just another story waiting to be unraveled.
By Tariq Shah7 months ago in Fiction
