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Journal Of An Immortal - Part 3
Tuesday – January 5, 2021 Moving forward, I need to always remind myself to never go anywhere on New Year’s Eve. I knew I should have remained home and celebrated alone. I did not think that I was going to run into someone from my past. No, I am not talking about Dr. Xavier Clarke. I am praying that I will never see him again. This was someone else.
By Leona Valentine5 years ago in Horror
The Missing
He stood in the shadows, waiting and watching. The knife in his hand was already dripping blood from its pointed tip but he didn’t notice. His fingernails were crusted in dry blood, and he hadn’t noticed this either. His eyes were dark and feral. By his feet, there was a body with all its defining features cut away. It would never be identified. After a few moments of waiting, the ground moved under the body which sank into the cobblestones beneath it. Soon, the only evidence that the body ever existed was dripping off the knife clasped in the killer’s hand.
By Kat Bliss5 years ago in Horror
Jasper loves his toys
My godson Jasper loves his toys. "Love" might not be a strong enough word. He obsesses over his toys. We all have one childhood keepsake that holds a special significance for us. My godson has a city, built painstakingly over a number of years. Cobbled together from Legos, tinker toys, and what looks like it could be a small Barbie dream house, it represents about 4 city blocks, and it would be impressive if it didn't absolutely terrify me.
By Bradner Bond5 years ago in Horror
Phantom Island-"Origins"-32
“What did I say to you?” Kelly asked. “I’m not sure I remember the exact words, but they were something like, you’re all better now.”
By Author Jennifer Treece5 years ago in Horror
The Other One.
Chapter 1 - A Boring Night. “So boooring,” Mike said to himself, as he wandered down the chocolate aisle. That was the problem with working night-shift at a re-fuelling station in the middle of the suburbs.
By Neil5 years ago in Horror
The Final Meal
I felt a cold wind spiralling around my body whilst also being attacked by rapid drops of the stabbing rain as they pierce my soft skin. Synchronised beads of condensation began to trickle down from the house windows. It’s dark, and as I walk through the cold, the shape of dark elm trees, silhouetted in the backdrop create a haunting atmosphere. Their mighty shadows obscure the cobbled pathway leading to the house of Vince’s parents. The house is bleak, with rotting wooden planks peeking out in each direction. Leading up the porch, there is an old wooden staircase left with pale, frayed carpet laid down on the steps which have lost most of its colour due to the outside exposure in the sun and rain for so long.
By Anthony Probyn5 years ago in Horror
Meeting The Witch
NOTE: This is a section of a book I'm working on therefore some information may come across confusing. It was my eighth day of school when I met my teacher. I decided I would take the long way home, avoiding Cadence and her band of cheerleading bitches. I didn’t bother telling Saint Greg that I would be walking home again, I didn’t have the patience to hear his reassuring or pleading rants about how he is here for me and “we’re a family now”. Please… they weren’t even married yet and he felt obligated to look after me like a worried sick mother.
By Valarie King5 years ago in Horror
Phantom Island-"Origins"-31
Duncan paused his story while the waitress refilled their coffees. He looked at the lady in front of him. He couldn’t believe he had finally found her; and not a moment too soon. He could tell she was truly interested in his story and would likely be saddened when it came time for him to go.
By Author Jennifer Treece5 years ago in Horror
Giants
So I've just woken up and my stomach is making gurgling noises. I touch it and tell it I will get to it soon. I get off my bed and go to the bathroom to let off some water and once it calms down to a drizzle I wipe, flush, and wash my hands. I make my way to the fridge hearing the thumps as I walk across the ground surface barefoot and into the kitchen I go. I open the fridge door and see eggs and immediately my mind goes to french toast. So scrambled eggs, french toast and what else? How about some fruits? I look again in the fridge and see fresh blueberries, strawberries, and some orange juice. This will be my morning meal then.
By Dianna Sterling5 years ago in Horror
Eating my experience (4)
TOME 5 I woke in the dark, my pillow still sopping wet and stuck to my face to the sound of alex playing the banjo slowly, trying to perfect a song he apparently wrote while i was asleep. "how long was I asleep?" asked groggily causing alex to jump slightly and drop his banjo on his lap.
By L.D. Malachite 5 years ago in Horror
Who Lives In Apartment 48
Chapter 6: Who Lives In Apartment 48. I managed to get signal last night. Desperately, I crawled down my bed and placed my phone in the windowsill above my bed. I'm getting weaker with each day that passes.
By Tiffanie Dotson5 years ago in Horror
The Portal in the Closet
Alex had found an apartment. Finally. It was a challenge for sure and definitely not the first place she would have picked. Unfortunately, with her recent bout of homelessness and her poor credit, she figured beggars could not be choosers.
By Krista Swegheimer5 years ago in Horror