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The Importance of Urban Legends and Story Telling
I was always fascinated by the story of the Mothman. It must have something to do with my mother telling me about the creature when I was a little boy. She was reading The Mothman Prophecies by John Keel. My mother is the root of my love of reading and her particular cup of tea is horror. This book, as she told me, was the only story she was never able to finish because of just how horrifying the legend is.
By Michael DeNicola7 years ago in Horror
Reasons Why Horror Movies Are Good for Your Health. Top Story - August 2018.
Turns out that your parents were wrong to ban scary films at your slumber parties because horror movies are good for your health. Yup. Stop covering your ears and hiding your eyes during the gory parts for the sake of your health. Some movies are worth getting scared by. A study put on by the University of Westminster uncovered results that suggest how much horror films can improve your mental, physical, and emotional health. Turns out that scary movie aficionados probably are equipped to survive a zombie apocalypse than everyone else. See how horror can affect your life, and you might become a fan, too.
By Evelyn Starr7 years ago in Horror
Destruction
Standing in front of the body drenched in their blood, I begin to realize what happened. Shaking in fear, all I could see was the dark night sky fiercely glooming over me. The day before I was a normal nine-year-old girl. Now I am alone in the middle of the woods with a dead body. What happened to me? How did I end up here alone?
By Natalie C..7 years ago in Horror
Blood Addiction (Chapter 3)
Chapter 3 After we got to her house I placed her on the couch and was about to leave. It took all my strength not to give in to the urge to kiss her when I was carrying her to her place. It seems like her visions take a lot of energy out of her and she seems to have more visions around me, but why? In our society we have herd of half human half vampire children that have some of the vampire abilities due to the vampire blood. Most of them got the little abilities such as telepathy and nothing else. Jane wasn’t a half-breed though I would’ve been able to sense the vampire blood in her. So how the hell did she get gifted with such powers?
By Saintta Modurat7 years ago in Horror
4 Indie Horror Movies That Are Surprisingly Scary
If you're planning on a night in—and you have a willing partner to grab hold of during jump scares—you might want to check out some of these underrated independent horror offerings of the past decade. Nothing beats this summer heat like a good case of the shivers, after all.
By Gillian Burney7 years ago in Horror
The Full Moon
The worst cramps I have ever had set into my biceps. My arms began twisting. I could feel my ankles popping. It came on so suddenly. I dropped to my bedroom floor. I looked out the window and saw a full moon. I could feel my bones cracking and breaking. Behind me, I heard this voice that said, “Mommy?” I crawled around to face the voice, and it was my little seven-year-old daughter, Emily. Emily started to cry at the sight of me. I tried to calm her down, but all she did was run out of the room screaming.
By Natalie C..7 years ago in Horror
Heads
Hello, my name is Reijo Almila. I am 16 years old and this is my story. I just moved to this town in Lucherberg, Germany, from Velkua, Finland. All of my life I have been moving around. In all of the schools, I have never fit in with the other kids. Always being bullied and teased. This time to me, this school freaks me out. Everyone at this school is so weird. Today is my first day, and I am having the weirdest time. For lunch, we were served green mashed potatoes with blue gravy and black tomatoes. EW! The teachers at this school are all strange. They don’t answer our questions when we ask them; they don’t speak to us. I wonder if they ever talk or even breathe. Well, I am in the fifth period right now and bored to death. The class is supposed to be English, but so far we have not even learned anything or done anything. We just spent our time staring at the walls.
By Natalie C..7 years ago in Horror
Playing Card
No one would have thought a Sunday closing shift would have been so bare. The book store looked emptier than it usually did; even when its usual three customers came it at least looked somewhat alive. At least, that's what Slyv thought. Sylv had owned that book store for more than thirty years with seeing it rise in popularity, and fall faster than he could blink. Nowadays he would be lucky to see more than his usuals show up, but in those rare cases it was tourist wanting to know a way out of town or lone wanderers looking for a way to the closest coffee shop to enjoy something warm in such a cold city.
By Randy Sinclair7 years ago in Horror
Tauntings
I didn’t mean to kill her. She...she was just there. I couldn’t control my thoughts. Where do I hide the body? Will I get caught? Will I ever be able to go back to a normal life? So many questions and no words to answer them. A rush of adrenaline courses through my body as I try to figure out what to do next. The first thing that comes to mind is to hide the body and get out with no trace left behind. I didn’t think a second more, just acted. Taking the body I headed towards the car. My heart pounding in my chest threatening to burst. Setting the body down on the asphalt parking lot, I open the trunk. I looked up at the full moon and knew I was doomed. I picked up the body and shoved it in the trunk slamming the trunk lid down, but the hand that was sticking out was severed and hit the ground hard with a thud. Grabbing the hand, I jumped into the driver's seat and began to wait for an idea of where to take her to come to me. Finally, an idea came to mind. Drive to the cemetery’s forest, walk to the middle and bury the body. I started the car and went on my way, the gravel rattling under the tires...
By Natalie C..7 years ago in Horror
Her Warm Winter
PART 1 It was a cold winter’s day; the frost was sharp and had left many of the woodland creatures frozen by its bite. In the desolate woods, she sat alone on a bench. How she liked it. Her name was Blanche, French, after her birthplace. Skin a pale and creamy porcelain dream. Ghost like, as if it had not seen a day of sun since her birth sixteen winters ago. She shuddered, the chill flowing through her veins. Lips as smooth as velvet, petals of a red rose. Her hair was a dark fog, the eerie feather of a raven, thick and ever growing. She wore a scarf, the colour of blood, which gently trickled down her body, suffocating her tender neck. Crunched up in her left hand was a photo of a woman. She was said to be the fairest of them all; the epitome of perfection, a being to admire. Her aura of aesthetic beauty was what gave her most contentment in life.
By Brooke Farron7 years ago in Horror
