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It Took Her Eyes
The 'cursed' woods. That's where they wanted to go camping. Just when you thought teenagers couldn't get any dumber. My friend Paula and I set up our tent in the middle of the woods with the others. Chris, Tyler, and Grace all set theirs up next to ours, and Clay decided he was going to sleep in his truck. Clay was very particular about it for some reason, which didn't make sense to me because it was eleven years old and in terrible condition.
By Melody Humby7 years ago in Horror
Book Review: 'The Death of Mrs.Westaway'
From the writer of the #1 New York Times, bestselling author of The Woman In Cabin 10 by Ruth Ware comes The Death Of Mrs. Westaway. A fictional thriller that keeps you on your toes throughout the whole book. Hal, the character in the book is a tarot reader who doesn't really believe in what she does. Then one day she receives a letter in the mail saying she's been named in a will of a woman she knows nothing of. Broke and scared of the loan shark coming after her, she takes the opportunity to get some money but ends up getting a lot more than she bargained for. This book captures you so quickly and keeps you turning the pages till the very end. If you enjoy thrillers, this is the book for you.
By Dagny Desiree7 years ago in Horror
Beware!
Sam is a curious 13-year-old boy, who gets hold of anything interesting he finds, medium-sized, with piercing gray eyes. With his both beloved parents he lives, at his Mother's house, in the outside of the city, in the vast and wide countryside, in a village where an ancient deep undiscovered forest lies, which no record is left since the last time someone crossed it, and had the wits to go far into its centre, where not a single ray of light has made it through; vegetation has been wildly and densely growing over the last few decades. Legends say, that the last human being who dared go in in hope of fame, never came out; over the next years, every nightfall till darkness left, moaning, and yowling noises were heard from within, proved not to come from the wind, believed by many that it came from wolf's howling, by others from fierce trees, still devouring and gobbling up its dead body, no one has agreed to anything, yet… At school, he has not got much friends, but he has a best friend, Andrew, who likes to play with him or go with him when he is alone. It was a Thursday morning, and Sam had woken up to find a gorgeous looking golden watch, lying on top of his drawer, which without a moment of hesitation, he decided to put on around his thin wrist. Whenever Andrew and Sam find they have free time, because both of their parents are working, they tend to do adventurous things they probably shouldn't do, sometimes resulting a bit risky. Today, after school they chose to do something, perhaps not something very clever to do. They had already been thinking about going camping, by talking to their parents, but both didn't exactly want to tell them where, also, they would be bringing a few more friends in. The school bell had rung, indicating it had finished. Sam and Andrew had a quick glance at each other and they fast packed up. Past the school gate, feeling free, running and deeply breathing fresh air, they gazed eagerly for their objective, now seen from far, the forest.
By Planet Gazer83607 years ago in Horror
October Burns...
I stood there, piercing holes with my eyes on his body. I was not filled with lust, however, quite the opposite, but with controlled rage. Every comment that slid out of his smug mouth enraged me. Every move, every breath... I couldn’t hold back my anger any longer. Letting my animal instincts take over, I scanned the loft for hard, blunt objects. Maybe the lamp in the far corner? No, no, too messy. A kitchen knife? Mm- mm, too cliche for me. Hmmm. My gaze rested on his solid, wooden bat, which was propped up against the wooden coffee table aside his high school baseball team's picture. Still a messy option, but far more amusing.
By Bianca Wendell7 years ago in Horror
Sleep Paralysis
Night Terrors The corners of the room create a shadow, while my night-light illuminates the room just enough to see my sinister nightmare. He stares down at me, towards the end of my bed. His cold shadow just stands there, with no movement, and the only sound made is his heavy breathing. Two steps are made to the left. My eyes never leave his body. With a fast movement, he cocks his head to his right. I realized that I wasn’t breathing, I couldn’t. My tears form and flow down my fearful face. I try moving, running away, but the fear pulls me under. He’s closer, breathing against my wet face. His smile appears from his concealed face as he roars with laughter. The man’s facial features appear; half of his face is burnt away, and the other half is torn with blood running down, while his teeth are perfectly straight and pure white. The man jumps on top of me and I try to scream, but nothing comes out.
By Alexandra Blom7 years ago in Horror
Eternal Inhabitant (Chapter One)
IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A JOKE, Ronan reminisced, bitterly. He and his friend Jared (who insisted on being called "Red") had been screwing around with some bullcrap rituals they found on some obscure goth website from the early 2000s. Red was really into that stuff now, claiming that it "filled the void" in his transition into his self-proclaimed goth phase. We were already outcasts before, Red argued, I might as well go all the way and emerge as the true me.
By Avyra Zephyr7 years ago in Horror
