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The Forest is Pretty
Panting heavily, you stops dead in your tracks. You hurriedly look around, feeling as if the forest is spinning around your turning body. You're lost. You don't know where you came from nor where You're going. In the distance you hear a high pitched scream of horror. One of the other girls must've been caught. Don't go there. You tell yourself. Go in the opposite direction and you'll be fine... you'll be fine. You're running again, away from the screams. Branches and leaves crackle under the weight of your running body. You comes across a large cabin, Oh no, your stomach drops instantly as you recognize its features. No, no, no, no, no! NO! You take in a sharp breath. This – No! This can't be... This can't – your head snaps to the right as the sound of shuffling leaves gets close. Ducking behind a bush and its branches is your only option. You do so as quietly as possible. Heavy footsteps pass you as you hold in a quivering breath. When the footsteps are out of earshot. You look in the direction they vanished. Seeing a woman's unmoving body upon the shoulder of a burly man. How did this happen? You asks yourself. I just left this place. You duck right back behind the bush when you hear some shuffling near you. "Oh god..." says another girl. She too must've thought she was going in a different direction. The other girl vanishes in an instant, letting out a sharp yelp. Oh my god... this place is boobytrapped! How am I going to get out of here? You think to yourself. A tear runs down your face as you looks out toward the cabin, horrified. What does this man want from us? You turn back from where you came back from. I'll stay in this direction! That'll surely get me out of here... You're sprinting now. Don't look back. Look for traps. Don't look back. Look for traps. You repeat to yourself. Over and over. Snap! You turn your head. Another girl down. Keep running. You keep running. Sprinting. As fast as you can. Get out of here. You're looking down. Trying not to trip. A quick look up. Stop! A girl is hanging in a net. Go around. Move. You look around. And find the rope holding the other girl. Undo the knot and run. At least you'll know you helped. You go to the rope. You're struggling. Hurry. Hurry! You take a deep inhale. Breathe. The knot comes undone. And the other girl gets free and starts toward you. Run! You're sprinting again. There's no time to stop again. At least she's free. At least you helped. You turn your head to see the girl keeping up with you. You try to dodge her. She keeps up. Easier target in groups. You have to lose her. You change course. There's a trap. You jump over it at the last moment. The girl runs beside it. That was close. Too close. She needs to go. You hear more crackling. It's neither you nor the girl following you. You duck behind another bush. And wait. Breath quickly. Quietly. You look around. Trying to see what caused the crackling. The man rushes past. You close your eyes for a second. Breath. You tell yourself as your eyes flutter open. Just breath. The girl is still with you. She's staring. Expecting you to do something. What now? You can't just run. He's near. But if you stay. He might find you. You wait a few minutes. To make sure you aren't caught. You start running again. You're breathing heavily now. It's hard to run when you're scared. The other girl is still with you. You gave in. If we get caught you're leaving her for dead while you run. You hope it won't happen. You want to survive. You want both of you to survive. Keep running. There's a single gunshot. You and the girl fall to the ground. Look to the other girl. Eyes wide. You both understand to get up and run faster. Push. Faster. Don't worry about what's behind. Just keep running. You run. Sprint. Try to find a road. Keep going. Don't stop. Find a road. You're still running. It seems to take forever. You don't know how long you'll last. Another shot. This time you keep going. You hear the man yelling. His voice getting louder. Don't stop. Just keep going. Don't stop.
By Tifany Walker5 years ago in Horror
Can't sleep Clowns will eat me
Can’t Sleep Clowns Will Eat Me By Craig R Robertson The percussion of death was soothing to the peoples of the imperial temple. Dispensed by the mouth of the cleansing weapon. For the spent musician’s filling in the melody the cleansing symphony was their salvation, their light, and their hope. They all would pray that tonight’s symphony would be enough to stop them. The laughing ones, the painted ones, the Clowns, the ones who ate naught laughter and mirth but blood and flesh, man blood and man flesh. They prayed for the divine Emperor, the Emperor of Man to come and deliver them from their misery and fear and smite their enemies.
By Craig Robertson5 years ago in Horror
New Writing Contest from Chris Morey’s Dark Regions Press Guidelines
Followings are the new writing contest guidelines from Chris Morey’s Dark Regions Press As a lifelong fan of survival horror, I've been aching for years to create a project in that vein. I'm very excited to announce to you Survive the Night - Three at Dusk, One at Dawn, a new survival horror anthology from Dark Regions Press. Now available for preorder at darkregions.com/survivethenight and 10% of the total preorder sales are added to the writing contest prize pool until the last day of the contest timeline.
By Albert David5 years ago in Horror
A Finite Resource
“Hand it over, Morris!” The small, leather-bound notebook had been snatched securely into the hands of the menacing figure in gentleman’s attire. So securely, in fact, that it was scarcely even visible. It had happened in a flash. Morris had stormed into the man’s office and visibly startled him by flinging the door open so hard that it crashed into the wall. By the time the man’s surprise had finally subsided and he could take stock of the situation, his most prized possession was in Morris’ unforgiving grasp.
By James S. Bray5 years ago in Horror
The End
Michael sat alone in the bar stool nearest the exit. He had chosen this spot on purpose. Several other patrons were scattered around the dimly lit watering hole––the walls painted a deep red, with furniture that would no doubt look even more worn out in better lighting.
By oliver carter5 years ago in Horror
The mysterious black notebook
It’s a rainy Friday night in the village of clouds, Mikey a 10 year old orphan child lives alone in his little hut in the cloud village. The reason why this town is called the cloud village is because it’s placed high above the clouds on the mighty mountains of moneya. Many wars and droughts have struck the ppl of cloud village. They depend on livestock and farming. But kids like Mikey have to steal just to stay alive, so one day Mikey has had enough of stealing and hiding that he went on a journey to the capitol of moneya, the city of pele. Mikey called out to his horse in a traditional horse calling method used by the cloud people. The horse came running to Mikey happily as he ran he was free and wasn’t in cages like the other horses in the cloud village, that way Mikey gained the trust of rebel, the big mighty black horse. Even though Mikey is only 10, he knows and can do things most adults in his village can’t. He learnt how to swim, fish, and hunt at the age of only eight. Mikey quickly hopped on rebel and followed the trail to pele. Mikey keeps a small dagger to himself if he gets in danger, or worse bandits. Bandits have been terrorizing the cloud village for many years. Bandits even killed mikeys parents, at the age of of only five. The sun has rised and Mikey has tracked many lands and miles already. He stopped at a small village by a lake and had a quick breakfast. “Hey kid what’s your destination, where are u headed?” Said the old lady serving Mikey the breakfast. “I’m headed to pele, I’m sick and tired of stealing and hiding, i wanna make money”. The lady bursted out laughing and walked away. Rain started to pour and Mikey knows he cant stay here for long, he has to make it to pele by the end of the day. He called for rebel in the traditional horse call. Rebel came running from afar and Mikey stared to smile. Usally Mikey doesn’t smile or laugh but when around rebel he feels safe and protected. He hopped on rebel and they were on their track once again. By midnight Mikey has reached pele, but without rebel it wouldn’t have happened. Mikey let rebel free and there he ran off far away. It’s like Mikey knows he will hear his call and come to him. It’s night and Mikey has to find a place to rest. He walked and walked until an old man asked him, “hey kid why are u walking around at this time of night”. Mikey stared in his eyes and said quietly, “I need a place to sleep old man”. The old man chuckled and let Mikey sleep in his home. The man was generous to even give Mikey food. Mikey thanked the man before going to sleep and that’s how his day ended. Mikey woke up to roosters and chicken clucking, and that was his alarm because he got up immediately and walked outside. Business men advertising for their business and loud city folks something Mikey has never seen in his life. He walked around and heard a man advertising something Mikey got interested in. “Who wants to win $20,000!” Mikey turned around and asked the man to explain what he meant. “Hey kid wanna win 20,000?” Mikey smirked, shaked the mans hand and accepted the challenge. They sat at a coffee shop and chatted about the prize. “So kid ur up for the contest?” Mikey sipped his coffee and looked confidently. “Yes sir i am.” “I like ur confidence kid”. Said the man, He then explained to Mikey what he had to do, to win $20,000. Just find me that “specific black notebook” Mikey looked confused. “What do you mean that specific black notebook?”. “Imma just say it’s in the city, the black little notebook is in the city right now so find it!”. This was mikeys chance to not steal this time but earn money and feel good about himself. Mikey stood up and got to looking, he didn’t want to waste time. He first went back to the old mans house he slept in and thanked him. “Thank you old man”. He chucked and said, “no problem kid, but what are you going to do now?”. Mikey didn’t know if he should tell the old man about the black notebook. “You can tell me anything kid, your safe around me” Mikey looked at the old man with a serious fade and said, “I’m looking for a small black notebook”. The old mans eyes widened and locked the door immediately. “What are you doing”. Mikey said in a nervous tone of voice. “Look kid, don’t talk about that book aight, it’s not worth it”. “What are you talking about?”. The old Man demanded Mikey to sit down and listen. “Look kid sit down and I’ll explain everything”. They both sat down, and Mikey was nervous as ever.
By Sadak Elmi5 years ago in Horror
