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Everything You Need To Know About The Eldritch Horror Lurking In Your Closet. Now. Right Now.
You asked your burning questions in the faintest of night-whispers, and we've summoned the answers from the depths of the beyond. Here's all the #creepy fun factoids on your favorite #horror, straight to your brain-box from the finest seers, oracles, sooth-sayers, and totally tuned-in ghost-vibes.
By RoAnna Sylver8 years ago in Horror
Nerve Coil
I sat up with my back against the headboard of my bed, looking up and away into the corner of my ceiling, staring hard at nothing, causing everything outside of my immediate field of vision to turn black. I was comfortable, warm enough that I didn't need a cover over my tired feet still red and indented from my shoes I'd tied too tight. Neither did I need a pillow behind me, the wood of the backboard kept me cool and propped up without needing any cushion. Sweat seeped through my shirt which left me a bit miffed because I knew when I eventually stood up it would peel off my back and give me a chill. A petty complaint I realize, but I value my comfort. Anyway, I knew I should get up and take a shower soon, but I was still enthralled by the thoughts that ran through my head just staring into a corner. *laughs* I know it's strange but I really enjoy allowing my thoughts to wander in and out of reality. While I acknowledged the usual things like needing to wash up, I would also venture outward into random daydreams that I could never explain. Except, today saw me repeating the same image in a kaleidoscopic manner that gradually grew darker and more violent, flooding my mind with a mixture of raw panic and anger, though not an ounce of regret.
By Johnson Hedgepath8 years ago in Horror
Thunder
The thunder roared and the rain fell outside the window. “Tonight is the night,” he thought as he looked at his little brother playing across the room. The two boys were alone in the house. The clock read 8:30 pm. It was after a long afternoon of playing games and watching TV that the big brother realized it would be bedtime soon. “Should we play one more game before bed?” the big brother said.
By Harrison Lindley8 years ago in Horror
Switch.
“It’s raining again.” I thought to myself as the droplets cascade down the window by my desk. For as long as I lived here the sun seems to keep itself hidden behind the clouds seemingly afraid to come out. It’s an odd phenomenon that I’m sure scientists can chalk it up to being an unfortunate series of events. I continue to stare out into the distance watching each car new and old drive in out of the school’s driveway. I look over to my teacher drone on and on about chemical compounds and how important it is to know the scientific term of them. I glance up past him at the analog clock slowly ticking away each second until 8:15. The bell finally rings and students scurry for the exit not wanting to here another second of this “titillating” lecture. I slowly rise from my seat and started to gather my things until the teacher stops me in my tracks.
By Cranky Raven8 years ago in Horror
HAG - A Story Of Sleep Paralysis - Part 1
She first came to him when he was only a child, and in the hours when darkness grew from the shadows in the corners of the room. Little Ellis Peters had fallen into a sound sleep, his mother having just read to him, and sang him a song, probably 'Half Way Down The Stairs', that was always his favorite back then, and he had fallen sound asleep, his head full of the innocent thoughts of a child, unprepared for the horror that was destined to enter his life.
By Trev Lewis8 years ago in Horror
The Lady of the Island
The tired, old wind now only wheezes out a few dry breaths, and the sun has gone away leaving the sky gray, dark, and cloudy while the grass becomes brittle and stiff. There is a small, abandoned road in the middle of a field leading up to a house far away from everything. In fact, it’s on its own island. The road is rough and rocky, though from a distance one can hardly tell that it is there. The woman and her husband who were left shipwrecked here ten years ago had built the house.
By Katy Christensen8 years ago in Horror
The Oak Tree
Smoke filled the cab of the rusted Chevrolet truck. Claire sat with her legs tucked under her and a lit cigarette dangled from the corner of her mouth. On other nights, the truck sat in a path of moonlight, but tonight was different- darker than any night she had seen previously. To her right sat an oak tree — the oak tree. Its lower branches scratch the outside of the truck ever so gently, begging to come inside and get some relief from the rain that hits its leaves.
By Kahri O'Brien8 years ago in Horror
The Mirror of Endless Sight
The night was quiet and still, the leaves rustling all around the forest, temporarily breaking the silence that enveloped the place, like a whisper in a church hall. The road was empty — not a single vehicle in sight, and the sky was pitch black, the moon hiding itself behind an endless number of clouds. Mark Freeman walked slowly and steadily, his eyes downcast and a curious air of melancholy and acceptance around him. He wore a black trench coat and his hands were tucked into his pockets. His glasses dangled loosely from his face and he had to push them back up every few minutes. His shoes scraped against the cement of the road creating a rather unpleasant sound, but Mark paid no heed to it. He continued along his way, undisturbed.
By Arvind Pennathur8 years ago in Horror
Fix
Mary Bright didn’t like to consider herself a regular customer. And she absolutely detested me calling her a regular patient. But the crooked curliness of her signature on my appointment sheets through the past three weeks pointed towards the obvious fact: Mary Bright was, beyond all doubt, my most regular patient and my highest paying customer. Before her consultation with me I was puzzled. She’d called in, made an appointment, but didn’t have a specific procedure in mind. The day of the appointment she came tip-toeing into the office. An astonishingly average looking woman. Tall, but no model height. Skinny, but strongly built. Shoulder length hair without layers and in terms of bone structure, quite a square shaped face. I greeted her with my name, but got nothing in reply. The whole vibe of her nervousness was disturbing at first, but I guess I got used to it.
By Margit Fagerbekk8 years ago in Horror
The Nocturne Chamber Part 4
The street bustled with activity as I pushed passed the crowds and found my way to the metro station. Hopping on a train, I sat in a seat quietly for several minutes before exiting the automatic doors and climbing the stairs to the street. My coat billowed in the wind of a deserted path as I walked off toward Breyer Street, just three blocks over to the left, and then eight more up. I'd cased every bar from one end of the city to the other, eavesdropping, listening to gossip, asking questions. A good six out of ten had at least some comment to make about Breyer Street. Though the information within the area was often inconsistent, or hazy at best, it always had something to do with that street. I wasn't sure if that could help me, but there was nothing else for me to go on.
By Samuel Canerday8 years ago in Horror
